Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, shit, while stackin shit
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a 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"
frontin 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 draw
You're played like my old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My smith and got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't no more
your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your 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? , that's some old detroit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers last long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
loops 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 hoes out on 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 you? it's just
When your rhyme even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

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