Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: 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 microphone I drug it (what they know
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> murray

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

2x

My smith and got you layin in some alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my city
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get your grill with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
Ten-year old 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 shit
Y'all wouldn't know 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 rap songs
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every 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 hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4