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
You're now rollin them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the

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

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!
sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Hold up
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm on dubs
Don't forget about them blades choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H.
On the Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
it up like liquor on an empty 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) on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want with

The Amil, Bleek, Jigga 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 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 shit
shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips 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

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

Sigel in the house

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

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

Bleek in the house

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

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

Young Hova in the Jigga!
sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!

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