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 yeah and thanks for the promotion on the station.
I loved nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep sayin' my name, keep sayin' my baby.
Keep me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The play games nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack your when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya collapse like a asthma attack.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga ain't the hood.
Your first went wood.
And week you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the gon' spray.
It's your boxed in with pepper spray.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, the code of the streets.
I you from the 6-fo.
By G-Unit peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't want 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 man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take 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 them hallows, you fall.
I and watch you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My chain glow I doe.
you had that tongue ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all to sing them 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 the two, two into the four,
The Game war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four the five, let The Regime ride.
ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One the two, two into the four,
G-Unit war, G-Unit got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
Game ride wit them, the ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma you.
(Breathe!)
Smash face with gun handles.
You know me the of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
Bury niggas with chucks on with pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No niggas know you the jungles to the bottoms.
you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the paint on Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a on your face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us regeme nigga!
How you say da regeme on your fake ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You got no placks on your wall!
You aint got no you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You fuck with me man!
Stay off the you computer thug!
You want it nigga!
You want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
wack yo bitch ass punk!
You already how we rock nigga.
You got your first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
JT found 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!