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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feel like me against the world
me a g
My middle to the world
I'm gon' be a g
Pussy want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms semis
We pour out a lil liquor it like straight ballers
We cradle to the grave when my homie call
Give a damn if you me ? P
When somebody die, we gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby but she it in the alley
One shot that playa now we going back to Cali
Hit the nigga I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me to die
And we ride on no more paint we go hard as shit
Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you
It's an every day struggle 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
Keep these sucker pressure
god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya

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

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

Ey yo, how you gon' yourself to greatness
If you ain't to be great, man?
Ain't no to it