Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

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

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

Uhh, uhh, Bleek in the house

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

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

Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek

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

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, and

Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, and white tees
Me a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right 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 roscoe to the sunrise, I stay dumb high
block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the to it
Down gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the in the air

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

Sigel in the house

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

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

Memph Bleek in the

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

change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we

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

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