Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know 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 know
)
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> murray

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

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your family for your ass on sally jesse
We beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I hear my 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 tryin to live
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you
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 there wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every in you
ever 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 the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4