Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

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

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

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

Hold up wait a 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 gold
D cut through 2 way Motorolas
Nigga the and the Pentagon motherfucker
Hollow tip, stainless motherfucker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga rocka
With the chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, done stepped in the mud
And about to feel ery'thing from the 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 hollow tips soarin', chrome spinnin'
Never have you ever seen a G me
with the Roc, straight D P G

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

Don't change the for these hoes
Who the game like we supposed
Young Hova in the house, 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 or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got guns
Than the fuzz on my hip, back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's
Click, Click! Okay, let's not
you got a vest on all I'm aimin is Teflon

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

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

High stylin', profilin', y'all after me
In actuality fake the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my
On site niggaz died for they
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 change the game for these
Who plays the game we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the
Uh huh, bastard
Even mo' sicker ya get mo' twisted

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

Shit, sit a nigga down when I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see light you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer
I'll holla, you holla in the ambulance
Stop, the Roc nigga R O C
With the D O G on ya
the C O P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just

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 in a black 6-4 before
Down on I run sets, I does that
Niggaz look at me and be damn I was that
I'm the Understanding my peeps, fuck 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 'cause traffic
Who want rump, get it with 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 sneak low
I will not,