Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

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

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

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

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

in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut with 2 way Motorolas
Nigga the and the Pentagon motherfucker
tip, stainless Teflon motherfucker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest
With the chrome chopper, pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, done stepped in the mud
And to feel ery'thing from the flat foot

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

Don't change the game for hoes
Who plays the 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 plays the game like we
Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, to catch a body
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya

Don't change the for these hoes
Who plays the game like we
Young Hova in the house, world 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 but I put drugs on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got bigger
Than the fuzz on my hip, cock let it rip
Won't that 'til the whole clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, not forget
'Cause you got a vest on all I'm is Teflon

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

Cha-pow, layin' all you niggaz down
out chromed 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, Roc-A-Fella straight it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, rough to the
All alone, roam ya neighborhood

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

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

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm a bitch
You see then you takin' a trip
Five hours, a clip and make the hammer dance
holla, while you holla 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, don't act bitch, we stop
It's the R O C, geah who
You never thought Bleek walk on a before
Hit a switch in a black 6-4
Down on sunset I run sets, I does
Niggaz look at me and be damn I was that
I'm the Understanding my peeps, fuck foes
Got a house in the back with a and dough

Get cha mind right nigga you mention me
Your click too thorough 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 wanna with me?
You catch in B.K. or down in L.A.
With my W and E up nigga, who want

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