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 ruggish and way too strong, yeah.
I'm thuggish and way too strong.
(We in the projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong, I
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...

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

Somebody hide my homeboy, and i'm those same old
try some
drainel things. One of my friend's is comin' with or ya.
i'm to flip out, then dissappear in the rain.
Those can sue me, do me, ain't seen a thing.
Prison may make me loyal, may make me scream.
I been bustin' regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the love of money, cash all's 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 like blood, pump 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 bone we can
gotchour number and the chips up, if kill em/
when the federal ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish 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 take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window a four-four.
Why you roll solo? 'cause nobody know 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,
petro. Baby, let's go, I got death notes,
Till the rap flows, in the wind (wind), up again (again),
in '89 on (twins). Tell my secret to the moonlight,
praise God makin' my 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), they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well just 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 I did when I had no place to live.
to Ghetto violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, kick (ssshhhh).
And the devil strikes on the to L.A.
I the day, with Little Eazy and Krayzie.
History in the makin', made it.
Man I can't wait to get and I signed at 17.
Fuckin 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 don't know, I started this in '85.

(chorus 2x)