Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We to take '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 thuggish ruggish and way too strong, I
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 thuggish and way too strong, way too
strong, way too strong, way too strong...

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

hide my homeboy, and i'm prayin' those same old
enemies try
things. One of my friend's is comin' with or without ya.
Plus i'm to out, then dissappear in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, ain't a thing.
Prison may make me loyal, murda may me scream.
I been with regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the of money, cash all's around me.
with a cause with a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off (if i) shot that boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch 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 nigga, in the bone we can talk
gotchour number and the chips up, if kill em/
when the federal ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)

(chorus 2x)

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

Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, in my low-low, fo' sho'.
Grab my pesos, compadre. down, (aww shit).
take 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 tell 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,
petro. Baby, let's go, I got death notes,
Till the rap flows, in the wind (wind), tinted up (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)

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

Envious (envious), they're just no-one (just no-one).
(envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), remember, remember,
End it all for the kids,
mama wanna know what I did when I had no to live.
to Ghetto violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, that (ssshhhh).
And the devil strikes on the to L.A.
I the day, with Little Eazy and Krayzie.
in the makin', finally made it.
Man I can't wait to get and I signed at 17.
Fuckin my thugs, we thought we had it made.
I wake 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.
Nobody knows, 'cause don't suppose, and it might be 1999,
Then it might be 2000 and 4. Baby let's for the 7th sign
(seven, seven, seven, seven).
Man they don't know, I this in '85.

(chorus 2x)