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 bust a real hard rhyme" keith murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know
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"when I bust on the mic, I a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, shit, while stackin shit
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your 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 so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you 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 draw
You're played my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
Like leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be on the block with gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't 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
Cause without us there careers last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in this bitch, need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
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 coincidental
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4