Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real 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 rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone phase me, but like peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you 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, cause it's startin to flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

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My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin 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 to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get your sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put detroit up in they rap
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So a generation 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
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a 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 think twice of who you wit

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