Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, like a gold 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 drug it (what know about
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"when I on the mic, I bust 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 phase me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're played my five-year old's newborn toys
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like leech I display stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
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 and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
Let the cat out, out, detroit's 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 shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you
To my city, ya know what'm see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been on
Now it's our to shine, put your 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 town
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 in the joint, nobody's 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
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4