Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about )
"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 bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith

[verse
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 the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough my face when I haven't shaved in days
up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven 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 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 what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn't long
So like a generation we've been 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 follow trends, unoriginal
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your 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 pack
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

3 and 1/4