Luyện nghe bài hát We Starvin'

Krayzie Bone, E Feezie
And Gangsta Boo,

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

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

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

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

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

He was my numeral uno, but I can't him back
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 is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for
He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that robbed the place
I've been tryna to paper chase

We starvin' as we chase the
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha
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 don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna
(Vanish)

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

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 what the
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 'cha guns, get 'cha
We got a little time left
(Little left)

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

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

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

I do what I gotta do, keep it real
For in the hood up, on the the block
Let 'em they understood
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 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 year is 1999, last to get your money, right

We starvin' as we chase the
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 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 how they still alive
On this unmerciful planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna
(Vanish)

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

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