Luyện nghe bài hát Change the Game [Remix]

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

*sung*]
Psycho, no, bitch-ass nigga so
When you see the D-O G sneak creep low

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

*sung*]
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..

.. hold up
You Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs
round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will
Out the blue steel barrel get ya 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) a minute and
All my get (get what?) gangsta with it

Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia niggaz ain't feelin us*}

Deep in and out, out gold
D cut with 2-way Motorolas
the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a so quick
Saddam Niastra, done stepped in the mud
and to feel ery'thing from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you seen a
so clean like a brand new nina
My Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass
Butt bitches and pop collars
The popular scholar, is the beginnin
with the tips soarin, chrome wheels spinnin
Never you ever seen a G like me
Rollin the Roc, straight D-P-G

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

That nigga Daz in the house
[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 in ya mouth, ya bitch

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

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

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

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

[Jay] Young in da house
[Daz] Everybody get
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how sound

Dillinger]
Cha-pow, layin all you niggaz down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin ya town
up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back actin a nut, to 'rupt
No remorse as we bust, let you feel the
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight it up
Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the
All alone, roam ya neighborhood high
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 and we walk like we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do after
Get one Dillinger Roc La Familia
{*Now y'all feelin us! Now feelin us!*}

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

[Jay] Sigel Sigel in the

[Beanie
Uh-huh, sick
mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted

Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up
Got 'em diggin up quick
Got you niggaz spittin up cause I'm
Gettin up slow from hits the fifth
Let a row go quick the clip
Shit, sit a down 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, while you in the ambulance
STOP ... the Roc nigga R-O-C
With the on ya block
Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just

Bleek]
Relax bitch, act bitch, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, geah who
You never thought Bleek walk on a track
Hit a switch in a black 6-4
Down on I run sets, I does that
Niggaz at me and be like damn I was that
I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck
Got a house in the back with a Benz and
Get cha mind right nigga you mention me
Your ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc cause traffic
Who rump, get it crunk with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump me?
You catch in B.K. (or) down in L.A.
my W and E up nigga, who want play?

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

I will not,