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?, what?' repreated in 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, then in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, seen a thing.
Prison may make me loyal, may make me scream.
I been bustin' with regime, fiend rob me.
For the love of money, all's around me.
Rebel a cause with a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off five (if i) shot boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's shall squash.
Now struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but whats your
no love up for nigga, in the bone we can talk
gotchour number and the 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 my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window with a four-four.
Why you solo? 'cause 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 see. Where's my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my low, i'm still 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 (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?' in rhythm in background)

Envious (envious), well just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well 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.
Addicted to violence, me and my nigs,
a swig, kick that (ssshhhh).
And the devil on the runway to L.A.
I the day, with Little Eazy and Krayzie.
in the makin', finally made it.
Man I can't to get paid and I signed 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.
Nobody knows, 'cause 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)