Luyện nghe bài hát We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

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I'm shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm shit
You gone me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans 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"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
You're played like my five-year newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

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My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no
Leavin your split like steven 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 missin than a lil' kim radio
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, your pockets, jack
Or i'ma you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a snack
into your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old shit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
we shine

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Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause without us there careers last long
So like a generation we've been 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 jockin
Too many groups trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to 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 your us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

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