Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
played like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't 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', you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like 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 shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into crib still your shit and lock it back
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
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 put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
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

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