Luyện nghe bài hát We Starvin'

Krayzie Bone, E Feezie
And Gangsta Boo,

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

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

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

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

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

He was my numeral uno, but I bring him back
All I know is he was stressin', anti-depressants
They found him in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can about is revenge
Always up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the
Though I've been tryna to paper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These days only ways that can save you
Livin' your life is like a task if you got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my over my face
And grabbed the magnum pistol the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a loss and it
Now you can your life and keep on walkin'
(Just on walkin')
Or be killed for deny me a meal

I do what I gotta do, keep it real
For niggas in the up, on the the block
Let 'em know they
Buckin' shots, nigga we raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the
This no win situation of tryin' to alive until we die

And anyway you go we make it
No way, to shake, it
Better take advantage of ya life you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, ya money
I'm all about paper, no party tonight
The year is 1999, last year to get money, right

We starvin' as we the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha
We got just a little time
(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 still
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 nose this

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