Luyện nghe bài hát Way Too Strong

DJ Unique. We need to take 'em 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 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 thuggish 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 my homeboy, and i'm prayin' those same old
try some
drainel things. One of my friend's is comin' 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 with regime, fiend gonna rob me.
For the of money, cash all's around me.
Rebel with a cause a sawed off buck shot,
good side, pass off (if i) shot that boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. man's life shall squash.
Now i've struck like blood, pump blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
*and so you dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but whats your salary
no love up for that nigga, in the bone we can
gotchour number and the chips up, if kill em/
when the federal general ona mission(Thuggish 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 take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window a four-four.
Why you roll solo? don't nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy Jesus to let me be.
I drink till i can't 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,
the rap flows, in the wind (wind), tinted up again (again),
in '89 on (twins). Tell my secret to the moonlight,
God makin' my tomb right.
To my friends, hop out the if you are envious of my ends.

(chorus 2x)

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

Envious (envious), well they're no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), they're just no-one (just no-one).
Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
(envious), remember, 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, 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 platinum records.
No not again. Then, then, then, then, will the end begin.
Nobody knows, 'cause bitches don't suppose, and it 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 this in '85.

(chorus 2x)