Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We need to 'em back to the projects, man.
1988. Let me hit somethin' real quick. Mmmmm Hmmmm. Oh what? what? what? what? what? what? what?
what? what? what? what? what? what? what? what?
what? what? what?
wha........? We are way too strong.

(We in the projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I'm thuggish and way too strong, yeah.
I'm thuggish and way too strong.
(We in the projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I'm thuggish and way too strong, I said
way too strong, i way too strong.
(We in the projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I'm ruggish and way too strong, yeah.
I'm ruggish and way too strong.
(We in the projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I'm thuggish and way too strong, way too
strong, way too strong, way too strong...

Verse 1: ('what?, what?' in rhythm in background)

Somebody hide my homeboy, and i'm prayin' those old
try some
drainel things. One of my friend's is comin' with or ya.
Plus i'm to flip out, then in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, ain't a thing.
Prison may make me loyal, murda may me scream.
I been bustin' regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the love of money, all's around me.
Rebel with a cause with a sawed off shot,
good side, off five (if i) shot that boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's shall squash.
Now struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but your salary
no love up for nigga, in the bone we can talk
gotchour number and the chips up, if kill em/
the federal general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)

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Verse 2: ('what?, what?' repeated in in background)

Projects Y-A, sell rocks, slide in my low-low, fo' sho'.
Grab my pesos, compadre. down, (aww shit).
Don't take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window a four-four.
Why you solo? 'cause don't nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy Jesus to let me be.
I drink Hennessey i can't see. Where's my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm in my Lexus smokin' perfectos,
petro. Baby, let's go, I got death notes,
Till the rap flows, in the wind (wind), up again (again),
in '89 on twins (twins). my secret to the moonlight,
praise God makin' my right.
To my friends, hop out the if you are envious of my ends.

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Verse 3: ('what?, repeated in rhythm in background)

(envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well just no-one (just no-one).
(envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), remember, remember,
End it all for the kids,
mama wanna know what I did when I had no to live.
to Ghetto violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, kick (ssshhhh).
And the devil strikes on the to L.A.
I the day, with Little Eazy and Krayzie.
in the makin', finally made it.
Man I can't to get paid and I signed at 17.
Fuckin with my thugs, we we had it made.
I wake up. But I was young and drunk off the Henn,
and so was my friends. I ended up broke with platinum records.
No not again. Then, then, then, then, will the end begin.
Nobody knows, 'cause bitches don't suppose, and it be 1999,
Then it might be 2000 and 4. Baby roll for the 7th sign
(seven, seven, seven, seven).
Man they don't know, I started in '85.

(chorus 2x)