Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

Daz
to 'em
Kurupt young
to 'em
Big Jigga nigga,
on

Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
you see the D O double G sneak creep low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac
Psycho, no, bitch ass nigga so
When you see the R O to the C creep low
Young Hova in the house, wide hustler
R O C, D P G

Hold up
You know Jigga man resume, up drugs
round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew
Perro ass niggaz touch I, muh'fucker what's my
Name, Young Hov', gun like AC
R O C
the D P G nigga

Hold up a minute and
All my thugs get gangsta it
Get
Gotti and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the pound
Roc La Familia

Deep in and out, out Daytonas
D cut through with 2 way
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon
tip, stainless Teflon motherfucker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka
With the chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all stepped in the mud
And about to feel ery'thing the flat foot

Calicos collective, have you ever a
so clean like a brand new nina
My Daz
Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass
Butt naked bitches and pop
The scholar, this is the beginnin'
the hollow tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
Never you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' the Roc, straight D P G

Don't change the game for these
Who plays the like we supposed
That Daz in the house
D P G C fo' L I F E, Roc D O G

Don't the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we
Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, quick to a body
So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch

Don't the game for these hoes
Who plays the like we supposed
Young Hova in the house, wide hustler
R O C, D P G

B I G still talkin' the voice of I
For they yellin' ra da da da da da
Not a or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip
Put on the whip, got bigger guns
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop 'til the whole clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, let's not
'Cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is

I'm psycho, like no, other
And this rifle, right for head motherfucker
Hova in da house
Everybody get
Roc-A-Fella, Pound, nigga tell me how that sound

Cha-pow, layin' all you wack down
out chromed out, swervin' through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my nigga
Laid back actin' a nut, waitin' to
No as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, to the bone
All alone, ya neighborhood high

High stylin', profilin', y'all comin' me
In they fake the technicality
Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site niggaz died for they
We the gang and we walk we talk
And we and we do what we do after dark
Get one shot Roc La Familia

Don't change the game for these
Who plays the game we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the
Uh huh, sick
Even mo' ya brain get mo' twisted

Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up
Got 'em diggin' up quick
Got you niggaz up 'cause I'm sick
up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a row go quick the clip

Shit, sit a nigga down when I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see then you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the dance
I'll holla, while you in the ambulance
Stop, the Roc nigga R O C
the D O G on ya block
Fuck the C O P's, let me see trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe

Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we stop
It's the R O C, geah who
You never thought Bleek on a track before
Hit a switch in a 6-4 before
Down on sunset I run sets, I does
Niggaz look at me and be like I was that
I'm the Understanding with my peeps, fuck
Got a house in the back a Benz and dough

Get cha right nigga 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga a classic
Dogg Pound with the Roc could 'cause traffic
Who want rump, get it with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna with me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. or in L.A.
my W and E up nigga, who want play?

Psycho, like no, bitch ass so
When you see the R O to the C sneak low
I will not,