Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know 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 know
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You phase me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, 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 you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in
Listen up, all these words take
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

My smith and got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull 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 leave you with more shit missin than a kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a 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 about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there wouldn't 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 binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops that transcend every in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in this bitch, they to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

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