Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

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

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

Hold up
You Jigga man resume, blow up drugs
Blast round, pound, no mask or gloves
down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue barrel get ya crew killed
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 get gangsta with it
Get
Gotti and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the pound
Roc La Familia

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

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

change the game for these hoes
Who the game like 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 hoes
Who the game like we supposed
Young Gotti in the
Two-shotty, to catch a body
So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch

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

B I G still talkin' through the of I
For Tupac yellin' ra da da da da da
Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on the
Put dubs on the whip, got guns
Than the fuzz on my hip, back let it rip
stop that 'til the whole clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, let's not
you got a vest on all I'm aimin is Teflon

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

Cha-pow, layin' all you wack niggaz
Blowed out chromed out, through ya town
up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid actin' a nut, waitin' to 'rupt
No remorse as we bust, let you the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood

stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me
In actuality they fake the
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my
On niggaz died for they salary
We the gang and we walk we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do after
Get one shot Dillinger Roc La

change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we
Sigel Sigel in the
Uh huh, bastard
Even mo' ya brain get mo' twisted

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

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

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

Get cha right nigga 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to we
Don't who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic
Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause traffic
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, bitch ass so
When you see the R O to the C creep low
I will not,