Luyện nghe bài hát We Starvin'

Krayzie Bone, E Feezie
And Gangsta Boo,

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

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

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

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

lookin' at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, in the roof
Dirty dishes, no soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat, think she got arthritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple
say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all broken
Just a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
it's a funeral

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

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

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

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

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

We as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate
'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little 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 know how still alive
On this unmerciful planet
If you can't pay for ya ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

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

These only 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 magnum with the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a and chalk it
Now you can take your life and on walkin'
(Just on walkin')
Or be killed for tryna deny me a

I do I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the up, on the the block
Let 'em know understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the
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 advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all paper, sorry no party tonight
The is 1999, last year to get your money, right

We starvin' as we chase the
just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 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 know we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they alive
On unmerciful wicked planet
If you pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

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

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