Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We need to '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 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?, repreated 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.
Plus i'm to flip out, dissappear in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, seen a thing.
Prison may make me loyal, murda may me scream.
I been bustin' regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the love of money, cash around me.
with a cause with a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off five (if i) shot boss,
eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's life shall squash.
Now struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, make a dollar bill, but whats your salary
no up for that nigga, in the bone we can talk
number and the chips up, if they kill em/
when the federal general ona mission(Thuggish say)

(chorus 2x)

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

like Y-A, sell rocks, slide in my low-low, fo' sho'.
Grab my pesos, compadre. down, (aww shit).
take 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 tell Jesus to let me be.
I Hennessey till i can't see. Where's my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm in my Lexus smokin' perfectos,
pumpin' petro. Baby, let's go, I got notes,
the rap flows, in the wind (wind), tinted up again (again),
in '89 on twins (twins). Tell my to the moonlight,
God makin' my tomb right.
To my friends, hop out the Benz if you are of my ends.

(chorus 2x)

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

Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
(envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
(envious), remember, remember, remember?
End it all for the kids,
mama wanna know what I did when I had no to live.
Addicted to violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, kick (ssshhhh).
And the devil strikes on the to L.A.
I remember the day, Little Eazy and Krayzie.
History in the makin', 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 with platinum records.
No not again. Then, then, then, then, will 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 this in '85.

(chorus 2x)