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 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 thuggish 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...

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

Somebody hide my homeboy, and i'm those same old
try some
drainel things. One of my friend's is comin' with or ya.
Plus i'm to flip out, then in the rain.
Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, seen a thing.
Prison may make me loyal, may make me scream.
I been bustin' with regime, gonna rob me.
For the love of money, all's around me.
Rebel with a cause with a sawed off shot,
good side, pass off five (if i) shot boss,
glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's shall squash.
Now i've struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump blood)..
so you wanna 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 general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)

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

Projects like Y-A, rocks, slide 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 solo? don't nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
Buy my hoes, Little Eazy tell Jesus 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,
pumpin' petro. Baby, go, I got death notes,
Till the rap flows, in the (wind), tinted up again (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)

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

Envious (envious), well they're just (just no-one).
(envious), well 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 what I did when I had no to live.
Addicted to 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 wait to get paid and I signed at 17.
Fuckin 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 with platinum records.
No not again. Then, then, then, then, will the end begin.
Nobody knows, bitches don't 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 don't know, I started this in '85.

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