Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine 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

one]
I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget your dreams about being fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some 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, out, detroit's 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 more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break your crib still your shit and lock it back
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn't last
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend 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 hoes out on with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse than the
Your just a with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4