Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine 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 I drug it (what they know about
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"when I on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse
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, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with hugged up
You be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so a flashback
"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 in first grade
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
played like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
Listen up, all these words take
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get when I hear 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 to live paid
You get your sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit
Y'all wouldn't know that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us careers wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with 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 is a ghost town
One million rappers in 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 hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

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