Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

[verse
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You phase me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your dreams about being with 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 be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
Ain't lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
played like 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
Thats rough like my face I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I hear my badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get your grill with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your crib your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin nowadays'll get you with bats
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 see where we live,
Cause we

2x

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

3 and 1/4