Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about 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 frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make noyz
Like robin leech I display ways
Thats rough like my when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's 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 in some alley messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim radio
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
wouldn't 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 we've been on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and labels with
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly out on jefferson with the drug 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 rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4