Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they about this? )
"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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If anyone 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 dreams about being with hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you so here's a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's to draw flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I shaved in days
up, all these 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 smith and wessy got you layin in some messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
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 than a lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your crib still your shit and it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old shit
wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in this bitch, they to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse the instrumental
Your just a with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4