Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 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 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" ---> murray

[verse
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You phase me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes 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 only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
Ain't lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish
Thats rough like my face when I shaved in days
Listen up, all these words heed
I cock 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

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

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Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to 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 put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's coincidental
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

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