Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget your dreams about being with fans up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's to draw flies
You're played like my old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats rough my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley
Got your 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, flat out, 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 your grill with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still shit and lock it back
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit
Y'all know about that 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 they rap
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly out on jefferson with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4