Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget your dreams being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb you ain't shit like this

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get when I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim radio
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked 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 what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

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

3 and 1/4