Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

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

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

Hold up
You Jigga man resume, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun travel
Out the blue barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass 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 get gangsta with it
Get
Gotti and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the pound
Roc La Familia

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

Calicos collective, have you ever a
Four so clean like a new nina
My Daz
Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass
naked bitches and pop collars
The scholar, this 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

change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we
nigga 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 we supposed
Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, quick to catch a
So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch

Don't change the for these hoes
Who plays the game we supposed
Young Hova in the house, world hustler
R O C, D P G

B I G still through the voice of I
For they 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 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, no, other motherfucker
And this rifle, right for your motherfucker
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 out, swervin' through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my Kurupt
Laid actin' a nut, waitin' to 'rupt
No as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood

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

Don't change the game for hoes
Who plays the game we supposed
Sigel in the house
Uh huh, bastard
mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see light then you takin' a
Five hours, spill a clip and 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
the C O P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe

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

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

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