Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the round nigga.
Go to the drawin' board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh yeah and thanks for the promotion on the station.
I loved nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep sayin' my name, keep my name baby.
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The play games nigga.
You a lyin' ass ring faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack your when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse a asthma attack.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya bone is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga from the hood.
Your first went wood.
And every you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like your in with pepper spray.
Nigga I you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the of the streets.
I drag you the 6-fo.
By G-Unit peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really beef.
My shot niggas got G-Unit peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man your too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
deep breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
While Dre his dick in ya ass.
You pretty thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a model.
Ill fill you up with hallows, you fall.
I follow and you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My chain I made doe.
Since you had tongue ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
just a mixtape diva and every G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing high notes like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Wall street.
A gat to cheek.
And put your brains on the seat.
over he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth over the chorus)
(Chorus)
One into the two, two the four,
The Game war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four the five, let The Regime ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two the four,
G-Unit want war, got war.
(Breathe!)
into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You bitches me.
There's no fightin'.
On sight blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas face gun handles.
You know me the of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
niggas with chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No know you from the jungles to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to with which crews hotta.
your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga Yuk ain't safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a price on your you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us regeme nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on your ass skit!
How dare you use 5 on it you ass nigga!
You aint got no placks on wall!
You got no money you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You cant fuck me man!
Stay off the internet you thug!
You want it nigga!
You want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma yo bitch ass punk!
You already know how we nigga.
You got your first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you were to be a G-Q model!
You thought you was the LL.
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was saying you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!