Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

Uhh, uhh, uhh, go
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your be free
You're now rollin with them from the R-O-C
Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick
Get your wig back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph in the house

Still here, never
Still bust, or less, still puff, beeatch!

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist nigga!
up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on
Don't forget about them blades choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter us?
Jay-Hov, bout to my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty
Y'all don't nuttin?
Who that,

Nah dawg, M. Bleek comin

Who the FLUCK, want,
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the
Gat on my lap (yeah) on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want with

The Amil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel, Desert dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and tees
Me a gun dawg, unlikely
You I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the
Got a little gut so gat sit (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A.
Bang the to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, spark to it
dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody to it
We can in here, put the choke in the air

Don't change the game for hoes
Who the game like we supposed

Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick
Get your wig pushed by the wig push-backer

Don't the game for these hoes
Who plays the game we supposed

Memph Bleek in the

here, never left
Still bust, more or less, puff, beeatch!

Don't change the for these hoes
Who plays the game like we

Young Hova in the Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist nigga!

I wear bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz do a thing
I bangs the in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot ya
It's only one Roc La
Sigel lock Philly up, is me
Matter of fact, the East fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all
Five million I that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on
Please repeat me, there's only one rule
I not, lose!