Luyện nghe bài hát I Feel Like Pac/I Feel Like Biggie

I've been waiting for a long (how long)
Real damn long (how long)
I've been for a long time (how ya feel)
Man

I like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating waiting to get me
I'm my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to
I feel Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

Sucka walk up on me, like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my
Down south nigga, talking jam
Rest in Peace to Al he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm so vicious m worth eighty tickets
Cop just me over, caught up in this thing
my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a nigga but he's a major nigga
Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. us
305 them killas, Ricky Ross the
Bel- Air on my table, I talk it I live it

I feel like Pac, I feel Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating waiting to get me
I'm my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go when it comes to mine
I feel Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

All of you and I eat fast
Moussain when I past
Blacked out I max out the same same watch on me chain
We niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street
Say old money, new
Smell the caine on my new
My old g said up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do school
I was that tool work
And niggas wanted me with a whole lot on my head
Man hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger
So I'm riding round with Mac on me
And a bunch of in back of us
up and you a dead man
Head shot when we ya
We sellin' niggas to the em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica

I like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

Feel like it's me the world
me a g
My middle to the world
I'm gon' be a g
Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no
When we get busy no alarms semis
We pour out a lil liquor throw it like ballers
We cradle to the grave ride my homie call
Give a if you me ? West P
When somebody gotta die, we march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby but she it in the alley
One shot playa hater now we going back to Cali
Hit the time nigga I got a story to
My ambitions as a got me ready to die
And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as
Why you complaining and you why we call you bitch
It's an every day nigga me and my bitch
It's unbelievable I thought you would get
Said fuck me and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry one more chance
You know this don't stop
these sucker under pressure
Only god can judge me I ain't mad at ya

Ya nigga see me
A paid thug
why shawty wanna be me
See a kid around in your town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie the dough, more than you know

I feel like Pac, I feel like
I'm feeling like hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my
You know I go hard it comes to mine
I feel Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

Ey yo, how you gon' compare to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great,
Ain't no to it