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 rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
your dreams 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 couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you 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 your
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's 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 family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like 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 more shit missin than a lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get your grill sprayed with bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old be standin on the block with gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked 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 know sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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