Luyện nghe bài hát We Starvin'

Krayzie Bone, E Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo,

the endin' 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)

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

We starvin' as we chase the
just a man, nigga, man, niggas 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 niggas know how they still alive
On unmerciful wicked planet
If you pay for ya life ya gonna 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 think she got
My neighbor caught hepatitis a simple yawn
They say 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 him back
All I know is he was stressin', takin'
They found him in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can think about is
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty for dividends
He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that robbed the place
Though I've been to paper chase

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

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

I done grew up in the game,
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, fame, baby
I'm still the same,
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 hooked up Krayzie, baby
I'm with whatever pay me
Gangsta Boo be it, be winnin', so what the fuck
see you at the end of the year, so good luck

We starvin' as we the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate
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 we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how still alive
On this wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna
(Vanish)

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

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

I do what I gotta do, let's keep it
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, watchin' the
This no win situation of tryin' to stay 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, spend ya
I'm all about paper, no party tonight
The is 1999, last year to get your money, right

We as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, hate 'cha
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 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)

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

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