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

up love
You know Jigga man resume, up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, what's my
Name, Hov', gun blow like AC
R O C
With the D P G

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

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

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

Don't change the for these hoes
Who plays the like we supposed
That nigga Daz in the
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, quick to catch a
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya

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

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

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

Cha-pow, layin' all you wack down
Blowed out out, swervin' through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my nigga
back actin' a nut, waitin' to 'rupt
No remorse as we bust, let you 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', comin' after me
In they fake the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my
On site niggaz for they salary
We the gang and we like we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do after
Get one Dillinger Roc La Familia

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

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm a bitch
You see light then you takin' a
Five hours, spill a and make 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

bitch, don't act bitch, we don't stop
It's the R O C, who forgot
You thought Bleek walk on a track before
Hit a switch in a 6-4 before
Down on sunset I run sets, I that
Niggaz look at me and be like damn I was
I'm the with my peeps, fuck foes
Got a house in the back with a Benz and

Get cha mind right nigga you mention me
Your click ain't too to mention we
Don't matter who we 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 dump with me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. or in L.A.
my W and E up nigga, who want play?

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