Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every I pick 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 shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your dreams about being fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only 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 old's newborn toys
Don't shit about chicago, but I could 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 words 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

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My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your family for your ass on sally jesse
We beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get when 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 kids be to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your crib still shit and lock it back
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin 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

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Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn't long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and labels with
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every in you
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
just 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

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