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

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

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

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

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

All of you starve and I eat
Moussain I creep past
out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
We killing niggas no repass my momma got 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you nigga we really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new
Smell the caine on my new
My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do
And my momma do school work
I was that tool work
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 riding round with 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 em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica

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

Feel like it's me against the
me a g
My middle finger to the
I'm forever be a g
nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get no alarms just semis
We pour out a lil liquor throw it like ballers
We cradle to the grave ride when my homie
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 hater now we back to Cali
Hit the time I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me 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 struggle me and my bitch
It's unbelievable I thought you would get
Said me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry one more chance
You this shit don't stop
Keep these sucker under
Only god can judge me I ain't mad at ya

Ya can't 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 these hating niggas 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

Ey yo, how you compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't to be great, man?
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