Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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
"every I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
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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 steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
your 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 so here's a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't 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 newborn
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in
Listen up, all these words take
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
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 than a kim radio edit
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 i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been 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
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

3 and 1/4