Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

Chorus: 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real rhyme" ---> keith murray
"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, shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget your dreams about being with hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you 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 flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
up, all these words take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb you ain't shit like this

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some 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, out, detroit's a mad house
So I get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , some old detroit shit
wouldn't know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm see where we live,
Cause we

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in this bitch, need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
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 worse than the
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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