Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

Uhh, uhh, uhh, go
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be
You're now rollin them thugs 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, glitter nigga!
Hold up
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on
forget about them blades shit 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, me William H. though
On the Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
it up like liquor on an empty stomach
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) bitch on my (holla)
Yak in my pocket, the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want with

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, and

Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and tees
Me without a gun dawg,
You know I keep the heat 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
block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the to it
South 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, everybody to it
We can in here, put the choke in the air

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

Sigel in the house

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

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

Bleek in the house

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

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

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

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