Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" keith murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith

one]
I'm rockin shit, shit, while stackin shit
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but like peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you so here's a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
played like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block gats
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are it's just coincidental
your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4