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 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 real hard rhyme" keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's 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 fought in grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're played like my old's newborn toys
Don't know shit 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 heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't no more
your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
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 edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your crib your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , some old detroit shit
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 there careers last long
So like a generation we've been on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
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 hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are it's just coincidental
When rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4