Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with 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 be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're played my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
Like robin leech I display stylish
rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't like this

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin 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 pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your still your shit and lock it back
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old shit
Y'all wouldn't know that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When your rhyme even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

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