Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

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I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while shit
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget dreams about 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 be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're played like my old's newborn toys
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this

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My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got your lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull like steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin 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, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
Ten-year old kids be on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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

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