Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

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

Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
When you see the D O double G sneak low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac
Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
you see the R O to the C sneak creep 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, full pound, no mask or
Face down on the gravel, have gun will
Out the blue steel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz 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 gangsta it
Get
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the
Roc La Familia

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

collective, have you ever 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, this is the
With the hollow soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
Never have you ever seen a G me
with the Roc, straight D P G

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

change the game for these hoes
Who plays the like we supposed
Young Hova in the house, wide hustler
R O C, D P G

B I G still talkin' the voice of I
For Tupac yellin' ra da da da da da
Not a Blood or a Crip but I put on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got guns
Than the fuzz on my hip, cock let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's
Click, Click! Okay, let's not
'Cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is

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

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

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

Don't change the game for these
Who plays the game like we
Sigel Sigel in the
Uh huh, bastard
Even mo' sicker ya get mo' twisted

Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up
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
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer
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 those
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe

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

Get cha mind right nigga 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 'cause
Who want rump, get it with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna with me?
You Bleek in B.K. or down in L.A.
With my W and E up nigga, who want

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