Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We need to 'em back 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 thuggish 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, 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.
i'm to flip 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 with regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the love of money, cash all's me.
with a cause with a sawed off buck shot,
good side, off five (if i) shot that boss,
eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's life shall squash.
Now i've struck like blood, like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but whats your salary
no love up for nigga, in the bone we can talk
gotchour number and the chips up, if they em/
when the general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)

(chorus 2x)

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

Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, in my low-low, fo' sho'.
Grab my pesos, compadre. down, (aww shit).
Don't my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window with a four-four.
Why you roll solo? 'cause nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy Jesus to let me be.
I Hennessey till i can't see. Where's my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm still in my smokin' perfectos,
pumpin' petro. Baby, let's go, I got notes,
Till the rap flows, in the wind (wind), tinted up (again),
in '89 on (twins). Tell my secret to the moonlight,
praise God my tomb right.
To my friends, hop out the if you are envious of my ends.

(chorus 2x)

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

(envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
(envious), well they're just 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 on the runway to L.A.
I remember the day, with Little and Krayzie.
in the makin', finally made it.
Man I wait to get paid and I signed at 17.
Fuckin with my thugs, we we had it made.
I better wake up. But I was young and 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 might be 2000 and 4. Baby roll for the 7th sign
(seven, seven, seven, seven).
Man they don't know, I started in '85.

(chorus 2x)