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, like no, bitch-ass so
When you see the D-O double G sneak low

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

[Kurupt
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass so
you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

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

.. up love
You Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs
round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, gun will travel
Out the blue steel get ya crew killed
Perro ass can't 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?) gangsta it

Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, ya with the pound
with Roc La {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}

Deep in and out, out Daytonas
D cut through 2-way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon
tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest
the chrome 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 Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass
Butt bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, is the beginnin
with the hollow tips soarin, chrome spinnin
Never have you seen 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 nigga Daz in the
[Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc

Don't change the game for these
who plays the game like we

[Jay] Young Gotti in the

Two-shotty, to catch a body
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya

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

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

B-I-G talkin through the voice of I
For Tupac 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
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't that 'til the whole clip's gone
(click..) CLICK! Okay, not forget
you got a vest on all I'm aimin is teflon

[Jay-Z and
I'm psycho, like no, motherfucker
And this rifle, right for your motherfucker

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

Dillinger]
Cha-pow, layin all you niggaz down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin ya town
What up? Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back actin a nut, 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, to the bone
All alone, ya neighborhood high exhaust
stylin, profilin, y'all comin after me
In actuality they the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my
On niggaz died for they salary
We the gang and we walk like we
And we and we do what we do after dark
Get one shot Roc La Familia
{*Now y'all us! Now y'all feelin us!*}

Don't change the for these hoes
who plays the like 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 hits the fifth
Let a row go quick the clip
Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin a
You see light you takin a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer
I'll holla, while you in the ambulance
STOP ... it's the Roc R-O-C
With the on ya block
the C-O-P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe

Bleek]
Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we stop
It's the R-O-C, geah who
You never thought Bleek on a track before
Hit a switch in a black 6-4
on Sunset I run sets, I does that
Niggaz look at me and be like I was that
I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, 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, nigga 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 catch Bleek in B.K. (or) in L.A.
With my W and E up nigga, who play?

[Kurupt
Psycho, like no, nigga so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C creep low

I not, lose