Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone phase me, but like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being fans hugged up
You couldn't be a mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, cause it's to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley
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 steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I get offended 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 be tryin to live paid
You get your grill with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break your crib still your shit and lock 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,
we shine

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn't long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got a & r's and labels 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 town
One million rappers in this bitch, they to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
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 no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4