Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, like a gold nugget" (what they know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they about
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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 shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your about being with fans hugged up
You be a dope 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"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in
Listen up, all these words heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with shit missin than a lil' kim radio 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, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's old detroit shit
Y'all know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
we shine

2x

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

3 and 1/4