Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

Daz
to 'em
Kurupt young
to 'em
Big nigga, what?
on

Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
you see the D O double G sneak creep low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac
Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
When you see the R O to the C creep low
Young Hova in the house, world wide
R O C, D P G

up love
You Jigga man resume, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew
Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker my
Name, Young Hov', gun like AC
R O C
With the D P G

Hold up wait a and
All my thugs get gangsta it
Get
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya the pound
Roc La Familia

Deep in and out, out gold
D cut with 2 way Motorolas
Nigga the and the Pentagon motherfucker
Hollow tip, Teflon motherfucker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka
With the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so
Saddam Niastra, y'all stepped in the mud
And about to feel ery'thing from the foot

Calicos collective, you ever seen a
Four so clean a brand new nina
My Daz
Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass
naked bitches and pop collars
The scholar, this is the beginnin'
With the hollow tips soarin', wheels spinnin'
Never have you seen a G like me
Rollin' with the Roc, D P G

Don't change the game for hoes
Who plays the game we supposed
That Daz in the house
D P G C fo' L I F E, Roc D O G

Don't the game for these hoes
Who plays the game we supposed
Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, quick to catch a
So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch

Don't change the game for these
Who plays the game like we
Young Hova in the house, world wide
R O C, D P G

B I G still talkin' 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 dubs on the whip, got guns
Than the on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, not forget
you got a vest on all I'm aimin is Teflon

I'm psycho, like no, motherfucker
And this rifle, for your head motherfucker
Hova in da house
Everybody get
Roc-A-Fella, Pound, nigga tell me how that sound

Cha-pow, layin' all you wack niggaz
Blowed out out, swervin' through ya town
up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt
Laid back actin' a nut, waitin' to
No remorse as we bust, let you the dust
Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, to the bone
All alone, roam ya high

High stylin', profilin', comin' after me
In they fake the technicality
Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site niggaz died for salary
We the gang and we like we talk
And we stalk and we do we do after dark
Get one shot Roc La Familia

Don't change the for these hoes
Who the game like we supposed
Sigel in the house
Uh huh, bastard
Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo'

Sigel, two Desert hit you niggaz up quick
Got 'em diggin' up quick
Got you niggaz spittin' up 'cause I'm
up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a row go quick from the

Shit, sit a nigga quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see light then you a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and the hammer dance
I'll holla, while you holla in the
Stop, the Roc nigga R O C
the D O G on ya block
Fuck the C O P's, let me see those
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe

bitch, don't act bitch, we don't stop
It's the R O C, geah who
You never thought Bleek walk on a before
Hit a in a black 6-4 before
on sunset I run sets, I does that
Niggaz look at me and be like damn I was
I'm the Understanding with my peeps, foes
Got a house in the back a Benz and dough

Get cha mind right nigga 'fore you me
click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could traffic
Who want rump, get it crunk 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?

Psycho, like no, ass nigga so
When you see the R O to the C sneak low
I will not,