Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We to take 'em back 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 ruggish 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 ruggish 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, way too
strong, way too strong, way too strong...

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

Somebody my homeboy, and i'm prayin' those same old
try some
drainel things. One of my friend's is with or without ya.
Plus i'm to out, then dissappear in the rain.
Those can sue me, do me, ain't 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 around me.
Rebel a cause with a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off five (if i) that boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's shall squash.
Now i've struck like blood, pump like blood, pump blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, a triple dollar bill, but whats your salary
no love up for that nigga, in the we can talk
number and the chips up, if they kill em/
when the federal general ona mission(Thuggish 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'.
my pesos, compadre. Slow down, (aww shit).
Don't my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window with a four-four.
Why you roll solo? 'cause don't nobody what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy Jesus to let me be.
I drink Hennessey till i see. Where's my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm still in my Lexus perfectos,
petro. Baby, let's go, I got death notes,
Till the rap flows, in the (wind), tinted up again (again),
in '89 on (twins). Tell my secret to the moonlight,
praise God my tomb 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 (envious), they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're just (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 strikes on the runway to L.A.
I remember the day, with Eazy and Krayzie.
History in the makin', made it.
Man I can't to get paid and I signed at 17.
with my thugs, we thought we had it made.
I better up. But I was young and drunk off the Henn,
and so was my friends. Then I ended up broke with records.
No not again. Then, then, then, then, then 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 don't know, I this in '85.

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