Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the first nigga.
Go back to the board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh yeah and thanks for the on the radio station.
I that nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
sayin' my name, keep sayin' 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 like a asthma attack.
Nigga I you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga from the hood.
first album went wood.
And every week you get by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the gon' spray.
It's like your boxed in with spray.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And lie, that's the code of the streets.
I drag you the 6-fo.
By that peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
games, you don't really want beef.
My shot got that G-Unit peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man your 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 them hallows, you fall.
I follow and you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My chain I made doe.
Since you had that ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're a mixtape diva 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 your on the passenger seat.
over he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks the chorus)
(Chorus)
One into the two, two the four,
The Game want war, The 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,
want war, G-Unit got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
ride 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 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 you from the jungles to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) contacts 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 ring to the paint on Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a on your face you bitch.

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