Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

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

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

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

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

Deep in and out, out gold
D cut through with 2 way
the Dynasty and the Pentagon motherfucker
Hollow tip, stainless Teflon
trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
With the chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all stepped in the mud
And about to feel from the flat foot

collective, have you ever seen a
Four so clean like a 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 ever seen a G me
Rollin' the Roc, straight D P G

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

Don't the game 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 talkin' through the voice of I
For Tupac yellin' ra da da da da da
Not a Blood or a but I put drugs on the strip
Put on the whip, got bigger guns
the fuzz on my hip, cock back 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 this rifle, for your head motherfucker
Young in da house
get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how sound

Cha-pow, layin' all you wack niggaz
out chromed out, swervin' through ya town
What up? Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid actin' 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, to the bone
All alone, ya neighborhood high

High stylin', profilin', y'all after me
In actuality they the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my
On site niggaz for they salary
We the and we walk like we talk
And we stalk and we do we do after dark
Get one shot Roc La Familia

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

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see light then you a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the dance
I'll holla, 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, just

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

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

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