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 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 ruggish 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
try some
drainel things. One of my friend's is with or without ya.
Plus i'm to flip out, then in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, ain't a thing.
may make me loyal, murda may make me scream.
I been bustin' with regime, fiend rob me.
For the love of money, cash around me.
Rebel with a cause with a sawed off shot,
good side, off five (if i) shot that boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's life squash.
Now i've struck blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but your salary
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 like Y-A, sell rocks, 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 roll 'cause don't nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, Little tell Jesus to let me be.
I drink Hennessey till i see. Where's my regime?
Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm still in my 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 (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?' repeated in in background)

Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
Envious (envious), they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
Envious (envious), remember, remember,
End it all for the kids,
mama wanna what I did when I had no place to live.
to Ghetto violence, me and my nigs,
gimme a swig, that (ssshhhh).
And the devil strikes on the to L.A.
I remember the day, Little Eazy and Krayzie.
in the makin', finally made it.
Man I wait to get paid and I signed at 17.
with my thugs, we thought we had it made.
I better wake up. But I was and drunk off the Henn,
and so was my friends. Then I ended up broke platinum records.
No not again. Then, then, then, then, will the end begin.
Nobody knows, 'cause bitches suppose, and it might be 1999,
Then it might be 2000 and 4. Baby let's roll for the 7th
(seven, seven, seven, seven).
Man they know, I started this in '85.

(chorus 2x)