Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

Daz
to 'em
Kurupt young
to 'em
Big nigga, what?
on

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

up love
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 get ya crew killed
ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my
Name, Young Hov', gun blow AC
R O C
With the D P G

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

in and out, out gold 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, done stepped in the mud
And about to feel ery'thing from the foot

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

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

Don't change the for these hoes
Who plays the like we supposed
Young in the house
Two-shotty, quick to catch a
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya

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

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

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

Cha-pow, all you wack niggaz down
out chromed out, swervin' through ya town
What up? Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back actin' a nut, waitin' to
No remorse as we bust, let you feel the
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 Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site niggaz died for salary
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 the game for these hoes
Who plays the game we supposed
Sigel in the house
Uh huh, sick
Even mo' ya brain get mo' twisted

Sigel, two Desert hit you niggaz up quick
Got 'em ditches up quick
Got you niggaz spittin' up 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 then you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer
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, just

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

Get cha mind right 'fore you mention me
Your ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we with, nigga it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could traffic
Who want rump, get it crunk me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun dump with me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. or 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,