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

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

I feel Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these 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 like Pac, Biggie, Pac,

Sucka walk up on me, talking like he me
no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south nigga, talking jam
in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters want to me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty
Cop just pulled me over, up in this thing
my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major
the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us
305 them killas, Ross the richest
Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I it

I feel like Pac, I feel like
I'm feeling like these hating niggas 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

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

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

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

Ya can't see me
A paid nigga
That's why shawty be me
See a kid around around in your kick in your door
I feel Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know

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

Ey yo, how you gon' compare to greatness
If you ready to be great, man?
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