Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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" ---> murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith

[verse
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll 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 told you once, but you so here's a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like leech I display stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't 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 I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit 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, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your still your shit and lock it back
old kids be standin on the block with 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 about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there careers last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly out on jefferson with the drug dealers
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are 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 that only chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

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