Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're played like my old's newborn toys
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in
Listen up, all these words heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

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

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there careers last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your your even worse than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4