Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine a gold 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 hard rhyme" ---> keith

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I'm rockin shit, packin shit, 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 dreams about being with 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 couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
Stop kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
nothin 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 shit about chicago, but I could still make noyz
Like robin leech I display ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I cock and squeeze, no more breathe (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

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My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended when I hear my badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And you with 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 your pockets,
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old shit
Y'all wouldn't about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there careers last long
So like a generation we've been on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin that transcend every bitch in you
Don't try to say this is a ghost town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the 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 rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with 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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