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 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 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, way too
strong, way too strong, way too strong...

Verse 1: ('what?, what?' in rhythm 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 out, then dissappear in the rain.
sucka'z 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 of money, cash all's around me.
Rebel with a with a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off (if i) shot that boss,
eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's life shall squash.
Now i've struck blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but whats your
no up for that nigga, in the bone we can talk
gotchour number and the chips up, if they em/
when the federal general ona mission(Thuggish say)

(chorus 2x)

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

like 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 with a four-four.
Why you roll solo? don't nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy Jesus to let me be.
I drink Hennessey till i can't see. my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm in my Lexus smokin' perfectos,
pumpin' petro. Baby, 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,
God makin' my tomb right.
To my friends, hop out the Benz if you are of my ends.

(chorus 2x)

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

(envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're 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.
Addicted to violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, that (ssshhhh).
And the devil on the runway to L.A.
I remember the day, with Little and Krayzie.
History in the makin', made it.
Man I can't wait to get and I signed at 17.
Fuckin with my thugs, we we had it made.
I better wake up. But I was and drunk off the Henn,
and so was my friends. Then I up broke 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 might be and 4. Baby let's roll for the 7th sign
(seven, seven, seven, seven).
Man don't know, I started this in '85.

(chorus 2x)