Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

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I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You phase me, but swingin like peter parker
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 you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"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 kid you fought in first grade
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's toys
Don't shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I shaved in days
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

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

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Mc's put up in they rap songs
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
Don't try to say this is a ghost town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the 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 your us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your your even worse than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
time you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4