Luyện nghe bài hát Change the Game [Remix]

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

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

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

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

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

.. up love
You know Jigga Man resum, up drugs
round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun travel
Out the blue 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) a minute and
All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta 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 through 2-way Motorolas
the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all stepped in the mud
and about to feel ery'thing the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you seen a
four so clean like a new nina
My Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in Impalas
Butt bitches and pop collars
The scholar, this is the beginnin
with the hollow soarin, chrome wheels spinnin
Never have you ever seen a G me
Rollin with the Roc, straight

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 change the game for these
who plays the like we supposed

[Jay] Young in the house

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

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

Young Hova in the house, world wide
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 on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got guns
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that the whole clip's gone
(click..) CLICK! Okay, not forget
cause you got a vest on all I'm is teflon

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

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

[Daz
Cha-pow, layin all you wack down
Blowed out chromed out, through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my 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 Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
All alone, roam ya high exhaust
High stylin, profilin, y'all comin me
In actuality they the technicality
Dogg Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site niggaz for they salary
We the gang and we like we talk
And we stalk and we do we do after dark
Get one shot Dillinger Roc La
{*Now y'all feelin us! Now feelin us!*}

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

[Jay] Sigel in the house

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

Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you up quick
Got 'em diggin ditches up
Got you niggaz spittin up I'm sick
Gettin up slow from hits the fifth
Let a row go from the clip
Shit, sit a nigga down when I'm pitchin a bitch
You see light then you takin a
Five hours, spill a clip and make the dance
holla, while you holla in the ambulance
STOP ... it's the Roc R-O-C
With the on ya block
Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe

Bleek]
Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we stop
It's the R-O-C, who forgot
You never thought Bleek on a track before
Hit a in a black 6-4 before
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 house in the back with a Benz and
Get cha mind right nigga you mention me
Your click ain't too to mention we
Don't who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic
Pound linked with the Roc could cause traffic
Who want rump, get it crunk me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. (or) in L.A.
With my W and E up nigga, who want

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

I not, lose