Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they about this? )
"when I on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
)
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

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

2x

My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on sally
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, a mad house
So I don't get offended I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up be tryin to live paid
You get your sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
Break into your crib still your and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be 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 what'm sayin? see we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a town
One million rappers in this bitch, need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson the drug dealers
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 even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

3 and 1/4