Luyện nghe bài hát Change the Game [Remix]

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

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

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

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

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

.. hold up
You know Man resum, blow up drugs
round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun travel
Out the steel barrel get ya crew killed
Perro ass can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my -
- name, Young Hov', gun blow AC
(With the D-P-G nigga!!)

Hold up (hah) a minute and
All my get (get what?) gangsta with it

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

Deep in and out, out gold
D cut through with Motorolas
Nigga the and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest
with the chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Niastra, y'all 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 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 for these hoes
who plays the game we supposed

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

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

[Jay] Gotti in the house

Two-shotty, quick to catch a
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, wide hustler
R-O-C, motherfuckers..

B-I-G still 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 on the whip, got bigger guns
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's
(click..) CLICK! Okay, not forget
cause you got a on all I'm aimin is teflon

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

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

Dillinger]
Cha-pow, all you wack niggaz down
Blowed out out, swervin through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my nigga
Laid actin a nut, waitin to 'rupt
No as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, straight fuckin it up
Let it be Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
All alone, ya neighborhood high exhaust
High stylin, profilin, y'all after me
In actuality they the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my
On site died for they salary
We the gang and we walk like we
And we stalk and we do what we do dark
Get one Dillinger Roc La Familia
{*Now feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!*}

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

Sigel Sigel in the house

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

Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up
Got 'em diggin ditches up
Got you spittin up cause I'm sick
Gettin up slow from hits from the
Let a row go from the clip
Shit, sit a down quick when I'm pitchin a bitch
You see light you takin a trip
Five hours, spill a and make the hammer dance
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
the R-O-C, geah 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
look at me and be like damn I was that
I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck
Got a in the back with a Benz and dough
Get cha mind nigga 'fore you mention me
Your click too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, it's a classic
Dogg Pound with the Roc could cause traffic
Who rump, get it crunk with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump me?
You Bleek in B.K. (or) down in L.A.
With my W and E up nigga, who want

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

I not, lose