Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

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

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

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

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You bitches me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas with 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 niggas you from the jungles to the bottoms.
you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
a dick (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck which crews hotta.
Match your tongue to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You dead nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on face you bitch.

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