Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We need to take 'em to the projects, man.
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? what?
wha........? We are 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, 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 thuggish 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
try some
drainel things. One of my is comin' with or without ya.
Plus i'm to 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 been bustin' regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the love of money, all's around me.
Rebel with a with a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off five (if i) shot boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. 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 triple 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 general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)

(chorus 2x)

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

Projects Y-A, sell 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 solo? 'cause don't nobody know i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my hoes, Little Eazy tell Jesus to let me be.
I drink till i can't see. Where's my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm still in my smokin' 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 (twins). Tell my to the moonlight,
praise God makin' my right.
To my friends, hop out the if you are envious of my ends.

(chorus 2x)

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

Envious (envious), well just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're no-one (just no-one).
(envious), remember, remember, remember?
End it all for the kids,
mama know what I did when I had no place 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, with Eazy and Krayzie.
History in the makin', finally it.
Man I wait to get paid and I signed at 17.
Fuckin with my thugs, we we had it made.
I better up. But I was young and drunk off the Henn,
and so was my friends. I ended up broke 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 started in '85.

(chorus 2x)