Luyện nghe bài hát Change The Game (remix)

Daz
to 'em
Kurupt young
to 'em
Big Jigga nigga,
on

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

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

Hold up a minute and
All my get gangsta with it
Get
Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the pound
with Roc La

Deep in and out, out gold
D cut through with 2 way
Nigga the and the Pentagon motherfucker
tip, stainless Teflon motherfucker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka
With the chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all done in the mud
And about to feel from the flat 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 popular scholar, is the beginnin'
With the tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' with the Roc, D P G

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

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

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

B I G talkin' through the voice of I
For Tupac yellin' ra da da da da da
Not a or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got guns
the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip
Won't that 'til the whole clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, not forget
you got a vest on all I'm aimin is Teflon

I'm psycho, no, other motherfucker
And this rifle, right for head motherfucker
Young in da house
Everybody get
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that

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

High stylin', profilin', y'all comin' me
In actuality they the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella my family
On site niggaz for they salary
We the gang and we like we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do after
Get one shot Dillinger Roc La

Don't change the game for hoes
Who plays the game we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the
Uh huh, sick
Even mo' sicker ya get mo' twisted

Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up
Got 'em diggin' ditches up
Got you niggaz up 'cause I'm sick
Gettin' up slow from from the fifth
Let a row go quick the clip

Shit, sit a nigga quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch
You see light then you a trip
hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance
I'll holla, while you holla in the
Stop, it's the Roc 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

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

Get cha mind right nigga you mention me
Your click too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we with, nigga it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause
Who rump, get it crunk with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun dump with me?
You catch in B.K. or down in L.A.
my W and E up nigga, who want play?

Psycho, no, bitch ass nigga so
When you see the R O to the C creep low
I not, lose