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

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

I feel like Pac, I feel like
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 feel Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co do my dirt all by my lonely
Down nigga, talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters to show me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty
Cop pulled me over, caught up in this thing
Take my case to trial, my juror Paula
I know they hate a but he's such a major nigga
Tell the clip the .40 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 like Biggie
I'm like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my
You I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac,

All of you starve and I eat
Moussain when I creep
Blacked out I max out with the same same on me chain
We killing niggas no repass my momma got 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really that street cash
Say old money, new
Smell the caine on my new
My old g strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do work
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 when we clapped ya
We sellin' niggas to the em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica

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

Feel like it's me the world
me a g
My middle finger to the
I'm forever be a g
Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no
When we get busy no alarms just
We pour out a lil liquor throw it straight ballers
We cradle to the ride when my homie call
Give a damn if you me ? P
When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the
They said Brenda had a but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater now we going to Cali
Hit the time I got a story to tell
My as a rider got me ready to die
And when we 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 nigga me and my
It's suicide I thought you would get
fuck me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot nigga one more chance
You know this shit don't
Keep these sucker pressure
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 around in your kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you

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

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