Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

Daz
to 'em
Kurupt young
to 'em
Big Jigga nigga,
on

Psycho, like no, bitch ass so
When you see the D O G sneak creep low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac
Psycho, like no, bitch ass 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 man resume, blow up drugs
round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew
ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my
Name, Young Hov', gun like AC
R O C
the D P G nigga

Hold up wait a 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 with 2 way
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon
Hollow tip, Teflon motherfucker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga rocka
With the chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all stepped in the mud
And about to ery'thing from the flat foot

Calicos collective, have you ever a
Four so clean like a brand new
My Daz
Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass
Butt naked bitches and pop
The scholar, this is the beginnin'
the hollow tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
Never have you ever a G like me
with the Roc, straight D P G

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

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

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

B I G still through the voice of I
For Tupac they 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
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, let's not
'Cause you got a on all I'm aimin is Teflon

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

Cha-pow, layin' all you wack niggaz
Blowed out chromed out, swervin' through ya
What up? Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back actin' a nut, to 'rupt
No as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, straight fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood

stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me
In they fake the technicality
Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site niggaz died for they
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 for these hoes
Who plays the like we supposed
Sigel in the house
Uh huh, sick
Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo'

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin' a
You see then you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the dance
holla, while 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, breathe

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

Get cha mind right 'fore you mention me
Your click too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, 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 catch in B.K. or down in L.A.
my W and E up nigga, who want play?

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