Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

Uhh, uhh, uhh, go
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick
Get wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph in the house

Still here, never
Still bust, or less, still puff, beeatch!

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist nigga!
Hold up
you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay
But in the meantime, call me William H.
On the platinum Yamaha, got the gunnin
it up like liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't nuttin?
Who that,

Nah dawg, M. Bleek comin

Who the FLUCK, want,
Catch Bleek in South out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my (holla)
Yak in my pocket, the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
if you want drama with

The Amil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel, Desert dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white
Me without a gun dawg,
You know I keep the heat under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the
Got a gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A.
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I dumb high
Whether block or rock shit
shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, spark to it
Every dawg, every in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody to it
We can smoke in here, put the in the air

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

Sigel Sigel in the

Uh-huh, bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig

Don't change the game for hoes
Who plays the like we supposed

Memph in the house

Still here, never
Still bust, more or less, puff, beeatch!

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

Young Hova in the Jigga!
sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!

I wear more bling to The Source and Train's
chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is
One shot Dillinger, one shot ya
only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck it from me
Fourth album still Jay spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is sayin?
million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on
Please repeat me, there's only one rule
I not, lose!