Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

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

(Yukmouth)
I crack your back I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse like a attack.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga ain't the hood.
Your first album 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.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the of the streets.
I you from the 6-fo.
By that peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you really want beef.
My shot niggas got G-Unit peice.
I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you met Eazy.
suckin' on my dick man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
Dre stick 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 fade on the show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing them high like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck street.
A gat to cheek.
And put brains on the passenger seat.
Game he can't...
(Breathe!)

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

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand 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 know you the jungles to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) contacts to G-Q model.
I was with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
to fuck with which crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the paint on Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a price on face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant wit us regeme life nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on your ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You got no placks on your 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 dont it nigga!
You dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma yo bitch ass punk!
You already how we rock nigga.
You just got first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you were to be a G-Q model!
You you was the next LL.
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!