Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"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
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's 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 robin leech I display stylish
Thats rough like my face when I shaved in days
Listen up, all these words heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb you ain't shit like this

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My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips 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 nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
without 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 these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the 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 under us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

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