Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine a gold nugget" (what they know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every time I pick up the I drug it (what they know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your dreams being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, cause it's to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could make illa noyz
Like leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

My smith and got you layin in some alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get your sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
into your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit 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 careers wouldn't last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops that transcend every in you
Don't try to say this is a ghost town
One million in this 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 touchin
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

3 and 1/4