Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We to take 'em back to the projects, man.
Like 1988. Let me hit 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 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?' in rhythm in background)

Somebody hide my homeboy, and i'm prayin' same old
enemies try
drainel things. One of my is comin' with or without ya.
i'm to flip out, then 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 bustin' with regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the love of money, cash all's me.
Rebel with a cause a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off five (if i) that boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch life shall squash.
Now i've 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 up for that nigga, in the bone we can talk
gotchour number and the chips up, if they em/
when the general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)

(chorus 2x)

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

Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, 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 roll '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 still in my smokin' perfectos,
pumpin' petro. Baby, let's go, I got notes,
Till the rap flows, in the wind (wind), tinted up (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.

(chorus 2x)

Verse 3: ('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), 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 I had no place to live.
to Ghetto violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, that (ssshhhh).
And the strikes on the runway to L.A.
I remember the day, with Little and Krayzie.
in the makin', finally made it.
Man I can't wait to get paid and I 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.
knows, 'cause bitches don't suppose, and it might be 1999,
Then it might be 2000 and 4. let's roll for the 7th sign
(seven, seven, seven, seven).
Man they don't know, I started in '85.

(chorus 2x)