Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

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

Uh-huh, bastard
Get wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Bleek 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, glitter nigga!
Hold up
you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay
But in the meantime, call me William H.
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine
Throwin it up liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't nuttin?
Who that,

Nah dawg, M. Bleek comin

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

The Amil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel, Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, and white tees
Me without a gun dawg,
You know I keep the right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the
Got a gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A.
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I dumb high
Whether block shit or rock
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got
Get any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, 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 for these hoes
Who the game like we supposed

Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig

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

Bleek in the house

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

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

Hova in the house Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, glitter nigga!

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