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. 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 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' those old
enemies try
drainel things. One of my friend's is comin' or without ya.
Plus i'm to flip out, dissappear in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, ain't a thing.
Prison may me loyal, murda may make me scream.
I bustin' with regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the love of money, cash all's me.
Rebel with a with a sawed off buck shot,
side, pass off five (if i) shot that boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch life shall squash.
Now i've struck like blood, pump like blood, pump blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but whats salary
no love up for that nigga, in the bone we can
gotchour number and the chips up, if kill em/
when the general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)

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

like Y-A, sell rocks, slide in my low-low, fo' sho'.
Grab my pesos, compadre. down, (aww shit).
Don't take my photo, in a mo-mo, out the window with a four-four.
Why you roll solo? 'cause don't nobody what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, 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,
pumpin' petro. Baby, let's go, I got notes,
the rap flows, in the wind (wind), tinted up again (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.

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

Envious (envious), well just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well just no-one (just no-one).
(envious), remember, remember, remember?
End it all for the kids,
mama wanna what I did when I had no place to live.
Addicted to violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, that (ssshhhh).
And the strikes on the runway to L.A.
I remember the day, with Eazy and Krayzie.
History in the makin', finally it.
Man I can't to get paid and I signed at 17.
with 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. Then I ended up broke with records.
No not again. Then, then, then, then, then the end begin.
knows, 'cause bitches 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.

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