Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, like 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 bust on the mic, I bust a real rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone 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 fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
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, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make noyz
Like leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
Listen up, all words take heed
I cock 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 wessy got you layin in 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, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my city
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a kim radio edit
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed 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 and a chocolate snack
Break into crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
we shine

2x

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

3 and 1/4