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 with them thugs the R-O-C
Sigel in the house

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

Uhh, uhh, Memph in the house

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

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist nigga!
up love
Everytime you see Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades choppin it up
It's the Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay
But in the meantime, me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the gunnin
Throwin it up like 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, smokin the sticky (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want 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 know I keep the heat right under the
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 high
block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got
Get Sig' any I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, spark to it
dawg, every Blood 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, sick
Get your wig pushed by the wig push-backer

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

Bleek in the house

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

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

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

I wear bling to The Source and Soul Train's
chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, I'm deranged
Spray right at brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot ya
It's one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it me
album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold records than Will Smith
Can't call 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 award
Ballin repeatedly, on Sportscenter
repeat after me, there's only one rule
I not, lose!