Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, like a gold nugget" (what they know about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith
"every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they 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 up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams 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 kid you fought in first grade
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I stylish ways
Thats rough like my when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm of this, here's my final dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

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

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin that transcend every 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 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 coincidental
When your rhyme even worse than the instrumental
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 you'll think of who you fuckin wit

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