Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game

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

Uh-huh, bastard
Get your wig back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Bleek in the house

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

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

Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek

Who the FLUCK, want,
Catch in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama

The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, and

Sigel, Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, and white tees
Me a gun dawg, unlikely
You I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you see the pound
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
block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got
Get any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody to it
Every dawg, every in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody to it
We can in here, put the choke in the air

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

Sigel in the house

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

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

Memph in the house

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

change the game for these hoes
Who plays the like we supposed

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

I more bling to The Source and Soul 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
It's only one Roc La
Sigel lock Philly up, is me
Matter of fact, the coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin real shit
Volume 3 still more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all
million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award
Ballin repeatedly, on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me, there's only one
I not, lose!