Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We need to take 'em to the projects, man.
Like 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?
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 ruggish and way too strong, I said
way too strong, i 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 ruggish and way too strong, way too
strong, way too strong, way too strong...

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

hide my homeboy, and i'm prayin' those same old
enemies try
drainel things. One of my is comin' with or without ya.
Plus i'm to flip out, dissappear in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, seen a thing.
Prison may me loyal, murda may make me scream.
I been bustin' with regime, fiend rob me.
For the love of money, cash all's me.
Rebel with a cause with a off buck shot,
good side, pass off five (if i) that boss,
eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's life shall squash.
Now i've struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, make a triple bill, but whats your salary
no love up for nigga, in the bone we can talk
gotchour number and the up, if they kill em/
when the federal general ona mission(Thuggish say)

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

Projects like Y-A, rocks, slide in my low-low, fo' sho'.
my pesos, compadre. Slow down, (aww shit).
Don't take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window a four-four.
Why you roll 'cause don't nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy tell to let me be.
I drink Hennessey till i can't see. Where's my
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 my tomb right.
To my friends, hop out the if you are envious of my ends.

(chorus 2x)

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

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

(chorus 2x)