Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your 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 forget so 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 was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's toys
Don't know shit chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display ways
rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no
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 lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. 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 a generation 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 follow trends, unoriginal
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on with the drug 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 your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4