Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but like peter 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 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 toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We squash in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull like steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And you with more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your crib still your 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 sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4