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 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 sneak low
Young Hova in the house, world hustler
R O C, D P G

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

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

in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2 way
Nigga the Dynasty and the motherfucker
Hollow tip, stainless motherfucker
trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
With the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a so quick
Saddam Niastra, done stepped in the mud
And about to feel 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 bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, is the beginnin'
With the hollow soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' the Roc, straight D P G

Don't the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we
That nigga Daz in the
D P G C fo' L I F E, Roc D O G

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

Don't change the for these hoes
Who plays the game like we
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 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 stop that 'til the clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, not forget
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, layin' all you wack down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin' ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my nigga
Laid back actin' a nut, waitin' to
No remorse as we bust, let you the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood

High stylin', profilin', comin' after me
In actuality they fake the
Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On niggaz died for they salary
We the and we walk like we talk
And we stalk and we do we do after dark
Get one shot Dillinger Roc La

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

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

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

Get cha mind right 'fore you mention me
Your ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked 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 want

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