Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

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

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no
Leavin your skull split steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my city
We to pull 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 grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
When your your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4