Текст (слова) песни: Eminem - We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: samples 4x

"bust it rugged, shine like 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 drug it (what they know about

This? )

"when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse one]

Im rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit

If anyone steps up askin shit, Im blastin shit

You gone phase me, but swingin like peter parker

Motherfuck the shop, Ill wreck the goddamn barber

Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up

You couldnt be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up

I told you once, but you forget so heres a flashback

"you couldnt be shit, if you came out my asscrack"

Stop frontin kid, you know you aint paid

And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade

Aint nothin lyrical about you but your lies

So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies

Youre played like my five-year olds newborn toys

Dont know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz

Like robin leech I display stylish ways

Thats rough like my face when I havent shaved in days

Listen up, all these words take heed

When I cock and squeeze, no more mcs breathe (none)

Im sick of this, heres my final dis

Fuck you dumb niggaz you aint shit like this

Chorus: 2x

[eminem]

My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley messy

Got your family lookin for your ass on sally jesse

We squash beef in the mo, when you aint breathin no more

Leavin your skull split like steven seagal

Let the cat out, flat out, detroits a mad house

So I dont get offended when I hear my city badmouthed

We quick to pull the gat out and set it

And leave you with more shit missin than a lil kim radio edit

Stick up kids be tryin to live paid

You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage

Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, jack

Or ima send you flyin like a rocketpack

Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack

Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back

Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats

Just for livin nowadaysll get you flocked with bats

Where Im from...yaknow whatm sayin? , thats some old detroit shit

Yall wouldnt know about that shit, though. less you come

To my city, ya know whatm sayin? see where we live,

Cause we shine

Chorus: 2x

[hush]

Mcs put detroit up in they rap songs

Cause without us there careers wouldnt last long

So like a generation weve been passed on

Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on

Got these a & rs and labels with binoculars

Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours

Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal

Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you

Dont ever try to say this is a ghost town

One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down

Evualute the situation, all the rest are killers

Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug dealers

Two years in the joint, nobodys touchin hush

Try to say youll put us down, but your under us

Now who the fuck are you? its just coincidental

When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental

Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone

Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome

Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit

Next time youll think twice of who you fuckin wit

Chorus: 3 and 1/4

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Eminem - We Shine Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal echoes Chorus: samples 4x "bust it rugged, shine like 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 drug it (what they know about This? ) "when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray [verse one] Im rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit If anyone steps up askin shit, Im blastin shit You gone phase me, but swingin like peter parker Motherfuck the shop, Ill wreck the goddamn barber Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up You couldnt be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up I told you once, but you forget so heres a flashback "you couldnt be shit, if you came out my asscrack" Stop frontin kid, you know you aint paid And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade Aint nothin lyrical about you but your lies So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies Youre played like my five-year olds newborn toys Dont know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz Like robin leech I display stylish ways Thats rough like my face when I havent shaved in days Listen up, all these words take heed When I cock and squeeze, no more mcs breathe (none) Im sick of this, heres my final dis Fuck you dumb niggaz you aint shit like this Chorus: 2x [eminem] My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley messy Got your family lookin for your ass on sally jesse We squash beef in the mo, when you aint breathin no more Leavin your skull split like steven seagal Let the cat out, flat out, detroits a mad house So I dont get offended when I hear my city badmouthed We quick to pull the gat out and set it And leave you with more shit missin than a lil kim radio edit Stick up kids be tryin to live paid You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, jack Or ima send you flyin like a rocketpack Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats Just for livin nowadaysll get you flocked with bats Where Im from...yaknow whatm sayin? , thats some old detroit shit Yall wouldnt know about that shit, though. less you come To my city, ya know whatm sayin? see where we live, Cause we shine Chorus: 2x [hush] Mcs put detroit up in they rap songs Cause without us there careers wouldnt last long So like a generation weve been passed on Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on Got these a & rs and labels with binoculars Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you Dont ever try to say this is a ghost town One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down Evualute the situation, all the rest are killers Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug dealers Two years in the joint, nobodys touchin hush Try to say youll put us down, but your under us Now who the fuck are you? its just coincidental When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit Next time youll think twice of who you fuckin wit Chorus: 3 and 1/4 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни We Shine: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/750.html Все тексты песен: Eminem » Eminem - Bad Guys Always Die » Eminem - Superman » Eminem - Stan » Eminem - Wake Up Show Freestyle » Eminem - Searchin` » Eminem - With Smiley (parody of Without me) » Eminem - Shit On You » Eminem - Purple Pills » Eminem - Scary Movie » Eminem - Public Service Announceme » Eminem - The Slim Shady LP » Eminem - Dead Wrong » Eminem - Infinite » Eminem - American Psycho » Eminem - Puke » Eminem - The Real Slim Shady » Eminem - Drug Ballad » Eminem - Bitch Please II » Eminem - If I Get Locked Up Tonight » Eminem - Murder Murder (Remix) Рекомендуем скачать: » Филипп Киркоров - Плюс и минус » Фидошные песни - Фидо навсегда » Филипп Киркоров - Бокал » Феликс Даллада - Ах, наша жизнь беспорядочно скроена... » Фабрика звезд-3 - Ария министра мод Фзляндии » Филипп Киркоров - Зайка моя » Фидошные песни - Что такое suxxx и что такое rulezzz » Филипп Киркоров - Софа » Филипп Киркоров - Скажи мне, вишня » Филипп Киркоров - Бегущая по волнам » Фабрика звезд-3 - Ария министра зелени Фзляндии » Фимiам - Я живой » Фидошные песни - Windows95 sucks » Фактор2 - Ты моё счастье » Фидошные песни - О фидо » Фактор2 - Я узнал » Фабрика - Все не всерьез » Феликс Даллада - Милая, милая, где ты теперь, любимая... » Филипп Киркоров - Пупсик (Ф.Киркоров + Унесённые ветром) » Фристайл - Крутой
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