Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

Chorus: 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 murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I it (what they know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real rhyme" ---> keith murray

one]
I'm rockin shit, 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 with fans 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"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to draw
You're played like my five-year old's newborn
Don't know about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit this

2x

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

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many groups 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 rest are
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 just
When your rhyme even worse than the instrumental
just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4