Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

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

Psycho, no, bitch 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, 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

Hold up
You know Jigga man resume, up drugs
round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, gun will travel
Out the blue steel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker my
Name, Hov', gun blow like AC
R O C
the D P G nigga

Hold up wait a and
All my get gangsta with it
Get
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the
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 chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
And about to feel ery'thing the flat foot

Calicos collective, have you seen a
Four so clean a brand new nina
My Daz
Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass
Butt naked and pop collars
The popular scholar, is the beginnin'
With the tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
Never you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' the Roc, straight 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 these
Who plays the like we supposed
Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, to catch a body
So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch

Don't change the for these hoes
Who the game like 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 bigger
Than the fuzz on my hip, cock 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 rifle, right for your head motherfucker
Hova in da house
Everybody get
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga me how that sound

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

stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me
In actuality they fake the
Dogg Pound that's my family
On site died for they salary
We the and we walk like we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do dark
Get one Dillinger Roc La Familia

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

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see then you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the 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 those
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just

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

Get cha right nigga 'fore you mention me
Your ain't too thorough to mention we
matter who we collab' 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 wanna dump 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
you see the R O to the C sneak creep low
I not, lose