Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *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 rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
)
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a mc if you said 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 kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, cause it's to draw flies
You're played like my old's newborn toys
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats rough my face when I haven't shaved in days
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb 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 jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
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 with more shit missin than a lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
Ten-year old kids be on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , some old detroit shit
Y'all know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend bitch in you
ever try to say this 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 jefferson with the drug
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

3 and 1/4