Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know 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, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone phase me, but like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
You're played like my five-year old's toys
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

My smith and got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more missin than a lil' kim radio 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, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
Ten-year old kids be on the block with gats
for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put up in they rap songs
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in this bitch, need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
When your your even worse than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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