Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

Daz
to 'em
Kurupt Gotti
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 B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
When you see the R O to the C creep low
Young Hova in the house, world hustler
R O C, D P G

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't change the game for these
Who plays the like we supposed
Young Hova in the house, world wide
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 dubs on the whip, got bigger
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that the whole clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, not forget
'Cause you got a vest on all I'm is Teflon

I'm psycho, no, other motherfucker
And rifle, right for your head motherfucker
Young Hova in da
get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that

Cha-pow, layin' all you niggaz down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin' through ya
What up? Jigga Man, my Kurupt
back actin' a nut, waitin' to 'rupt
No as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, straight fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, rough to the
All alone, ya neighborhood high

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

Don't change the game for hoes
Who the game like we supposed
Sigel in the house
Uh huh, sick
Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo'

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

Shit, sit a down quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see light you takin' a trip
Five hours, a clip and make the hammer dance
I'll holla, while you in the ambulance
Stop, it's the Roc R O C
With the D O G on ya
Fuck the C O P's, let me see those
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just

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

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

Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
you see the R O to the C sneak creep low
I not, lose