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 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 hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams being with fans hugged up
You be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still illa noyz
Like robin leech I display ways
Thats rough like my face I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

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

2x

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

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