Luyện nghe bài hát We Starvin'

Krayzie Bone, E Feezie
And Gangsta Boo,

It's the endin' of the
And niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We get no)
the endin' of the world
And still niggas 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 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 time 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 alive
On this unmerciful wicked
If you can't pay for ya ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

You're lookin' at proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical
Bad case of throat, mama's think she got arthritis
My neighbor hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all
Just take a 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
They found him in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for
He the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the place
Though I've been to paper chase

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

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

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

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 the fuck
I'll see you at the end of the year, so luck

We as we chase 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 niggas know how they still alive
On unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

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

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

I do what I do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the hood up, on the the
Let 'em they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, the door
This no win situation of to stay 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 your money,

We as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate
Fuck 'em, get guns, get 'cha 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 this wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna
(Vanish)

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

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