Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

Uhh, uhh, uhh, go
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
relax your mind, let your conscience 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

here, never left
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!
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 than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, me William H. though
On the Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty
don't hear nuttin?
Who that,

Nah dawg, that's M. comin

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

The Amil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel, Desert dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, and white tees
Me a gun dawg, unlikely
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 stay dumb
Whether block shit or rock
Club or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the to it
Down South bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody to it
Every dawg, every 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

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

Sigel in the house

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

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

Bleek in the house

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

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

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

I wear bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, I'm deranged
Spray right at your 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
Fourth album Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will
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, Grammy winner
repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat me, there's only one rule
I not, lose!