Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but 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 his rhymes drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, cause it's to draw flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you dumb you ain't shit like this

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My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get offended I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be on the block with gats
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn't long
So like a generation been passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops that transcend bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
the situation, all the rest 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? it's coincidental
When your your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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