Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

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

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

Uhh, uhh, Bleek in the house

Still here, never
bust, more or less, still 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 about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my 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 nuttin?
Who that,

Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek

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

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, and

Sigel, Desert dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white
Me without a gun dawg,
You know I keep the right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you see the pound
Got a gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A.
the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or shit
shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' 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, spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the in the air

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

Sigel Sigel in the

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

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

Bleek in the house

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

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

Hova 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 one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, is me
Matter of fact, the East coast took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Smith
call this 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, Grammy award
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on
Please repeat after me, there's one rule
I not, lose!