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 creep low
In the of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Psycho, like no, bitch ass 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
Blast round, full pound, no mask or
Face down on the gravel, have gun will
Out the blue steel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz can't I, muh'fucker what's my
Name, Young Hov', gun blow AC
R O C
With the D P G

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

Deep in and out, out Daytonas
D cut with 2 way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon
Hollow tip, stainless Teflon
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka
With the chrome chopper, pop a nigga so quick
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 like a brand new nina
My Daz
Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass
Butt naked and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the
With the tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' with the Roc, D P G

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

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

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

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

High stylin', profilin', y'all after me
In actuality they fake the
Dogg Pound 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 dark
Get one shot Roc La Familia

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

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

Shit, sit a down quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see light you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a and make the hammer dance
holla, while 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 trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe

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

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

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