Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith
"every time I up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
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"when I 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 me, but swingin like peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your about being with fans 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 be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
up, all these words take heed
When I 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 sally
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no
Leavin your split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim radio
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit
Y'all wouldn't about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where 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 to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops that transcend bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly out on jefferson with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
Your just a with no backbone
shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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