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
now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the

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

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the

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

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, glitter nigga!
up love
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, bout to change my name to Jay
But in the meantime, call me William H.
On the platinum Yamaha, got the gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an stomach
Y'all don't hear
Who that,

Nah dawg, that's M. comin

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

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, and

Sigel, Eagle 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 now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A.
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I dumb high
Whether shit or rock shit
shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, spark to it
Every dawg, every in the hood, bark 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 game for hoes
Who the game like we supposed

Sigel in the house

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

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

Memph Bleek in the

Still here, left
Still bust, more or less, puff, beeatch!

Don't change the game for these
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 rings, niggaz 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 shot Dillinger, one killin ya
only one Roc La Familia
Sigel Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin real shit
3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy winner
Ballin repeatedly, on Sportscenter
Please after me, there's only one rule
I not, lose!