Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

Chorus: 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" ---> keith
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what 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, while shit
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his 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 nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you shit like this

2x

My smith and 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 skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
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 to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or send 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 block gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old shit
Y'all know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there careers last long
So a generation we've been 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
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse than the
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4