Luyện nghe bài hát We Starvin'

Krayzie Bone, E Feezie
And Gangsta Boo,

It's the of the world
And still niggas got no satisfaction
(We get no)
It's the endin' of the
And niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)

It's the of the world
And niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We get no)
the endin' of the world
Motherfuckers ain't got no

We starvin' as we the paper
Ain't a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get cheese
We got just a little left
(Little left)

If I'm not mistaken the is '99
But we don't know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked
If you can't pay for ya ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

You're at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no coverage
Bad case of strep throat, think she got arthritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a yawn
They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all
take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday it's a

He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him
All I is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can about is revenge
Always check up, always licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that robbed the place
Though I've been to paper chase

We starvin' as we the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, hate 'cha
'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little left
(Little left)

If I'm not mistaken the is '99
But we don't really when we gone die
But shit, most niggas know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked
If you can't pay for ya life ya vanish
(Vanish)

I grew up in the game, baby
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame,
I'm still the same,
Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no
I'm the at the party

askin', "Where are the dollars?"
Now I know you me
I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
I'm with they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so the fuck
see you at the end of the year, so good luck

We starvin' as we chase the
just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha
We got a little time left
(Little left)

If I'm not the year is '99
But we don't really know when we die
But shit, most niggas don't how they still alive
On unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna
(Vanish)

I made it and I know it's over, call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, ya
Enemies position at all
Where they at, and how much power hold
And how many soldiers they got down to
But in the
You make your money, even if you it rich
You better hustle like you for ya paper, paper, paper

These days ways that pays can save you
Livin' life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my
And grabbed the pistol with the stash in the bag
I'm a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a loss and chalk it
Now you can take life and keep on walkin'
(Just on walkin')
Or be for tryna deny me a meal

I do I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the up, on the the block
Let 'em know understood
shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, the door
no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die

And anyway you go we won't it
No way, to shake, it
Better take advantage of ya while you can
Get rich, back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all about paper, sorry no tonight
The is 1999, last year to get your money, right

We starvin' as we the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha
We got just a time left
(Little left)

If I'm not the year is '99
But we don't really know we gone die
But shit, niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful planet
If you pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

That's real, ya me
Suckers do what can
Players do they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle time up in your talk
Yeah, it
Krayzie Bone, Boo, fuckin' they nose like this

That's how we fuckin' nose up, dig it nigga
Yeah, paper chase nigga, route
(Paper route)
You me? We starvin'
You undersmell me
let the mobbers control you
Chest in the mobbers, nigga