Luyện nghe bài hát Change the Game [Remix]

[Kurupt] Daz
Talk to 'em
[Kurupt] Kurupt Gotti
[Jay-Z] to 'em
Big Jigga nigga, what?

[Kurupt
Psycho, no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the D-O double G sneak low

In the of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur

*sung*]
Psycho, like no, nigga so
When you see the sneak creep low

Young Hova in the house, world hustler
R-O-C, motherfuckers..

.. hold up
You know Jigga Man resum, blow up
Blast round, pound, no mask or gloves
Face on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the steel barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass niggaz touch I, muh'fucker what's my -
- name, Hov', gun blow like AC
(With the D-P-G nigga!!)

Hold up (hah) wait a and
All my thugs get (get what?) with it

Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz feelin us*}

Deep in and out, out Daytonas
D cut through with Motorolas
Nigga the and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a so quick
Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
and about to feel ery'thing from the flat
Calicos collective, have you seen a
four so clean like a brand new
My Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in Impalas
Butt bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the
with the tips soarin, chrome wheels spinnin
Never have you ever a G like me
with the Roc, straight D-P-G

Don't change the for these hoes
who plays the game we supposed

[Jay] That Daz in the house
[Daz] fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G

Don't the game for these hoes
who plays the game we supposed

[Jay] Young in the house

Two-shotty, quick to a body
So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch

Don't change the game for hoes
who the game like we supposed

Young in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, motherfuckers..

still talkin through the voice of I
For Tupac yellin ra-da-da-da-da-da
Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on the
Put dubs on the whip, got bigger
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't that 'til the whole clip's gone
(click..) CLICK! Okay, let's not
cause you got a vest on all I'm is teflon

and Kurupt]
I'm psycho, like no, other
And this rifle, right for head motherfucker

[Jay] Hova in da house
[Daz] get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, tell me how that sound

[Daz
Cha-pow, layin all you wack down
out chromed out, swervin through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my Kurupt
back actin a nut, waitin to 'rupt
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 exhaust
High stylin, profilin, y'all after me
In actuality they the technicality
Dogg Pound that's my family
On site niggaz died for they
We the gang and we walk like we
And we stalk and we do what we do after
Get one Dillinger Roc La Familia
{*Now feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!*}

Don't change the for these hoes
who plays the game we supposed

[Jay] Sigel in the house

[Beanie
Uh-huh, bastard
Even mo' ya brain get mo' twisted

Sigel, two Eagle hit you niggaz up quick
Got 'em diggin ditches up
Got you niggaz up cause I'm sick
Gettin up slow from from the fifth
Let a row go quick from the
Shit, sit a nigga quick when I'm pitchin a bitch
You see light then you takin a
Five hours, spill a and make the hammer dance
I'll holla, you holla in the ambulance
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

[Memphis
Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we stop
It's the R-O-C, who forgot
You never thought Bleek walk on a track
Hit a switch in a black 6-4
Down on Sunset I run sets, I does
Niggaz look at me and be 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 nigga 'fore you me
click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we with, nigga it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could traffic
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

*sung*]
Psycho, like no, nigga so
you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

I will not,