Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

Daz
to 'em
Kurupt young
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, like no, ass nigga so
you see the R O to the C sneak creep low
Young Hova in the house, world wide
R O C, D P G

Hold up
You know Jigga man resume, up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no or gloves
Face down on the gravel, gun will travel
Out the steel barrel get ya crew 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 with it
Get
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, ya with the pound
Roc La Familia

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

Calicos collective, have you seen a
Four so clean like a new nina
My Daz
Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass
Butt naked and pop collars
The scholar, this is the beginnin'
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 like we supposed
nigga 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, quick to catch a
So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch

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

B I G talkin' 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 dubs on the whip, got guns
Than the on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the whole gone
Click, Click! Okay, let's not
'Cause you got a on all I'm aimin is Teflon

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

Cha-pow, layin' all you wack niggaz
Blowed out chromed out, swervin' ya town
up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back 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, rough to the
All alone, roam ya neighborhood

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

Don't change the game for hoes
Who the game like we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the
Uh huh, sick
Even mo' ya brain get mo' twisted

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm a bitch
You see then you takin' a trip
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
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, act bitch, we don't stop
It's the R O C, geah who
You thought Bleek walk on a track before
Hit a in a black 6-4 before
on sunset I run sets, I does that
Niggaz look at me and be damn I was that
I'm the Understanding with my peeps, fuck
Got a house in the back a Benz and dough

Get cha mind right 'fore you mention me
click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a
Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause traffic
Who want rump, get it crunk 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 play?

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