Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
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
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"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
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my old's newborn toys
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

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

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us 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 with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When your rhyme even worse than the instrumental
Your just a with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4