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 promotion on the station.
I that nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep my name, keep sayin' my name baby.
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' 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 collapse like a asthma attack.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
ain't from the hood.
Your first album wood.
And week you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like boxed in with pepper spray.
Nigga I 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 met Pac, you never met Eazy.
You're on my dick man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
While Dre his dick in ya ass.
You dumb 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 that 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 notes 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 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 into the two, two the four,
want 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 bitches me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma you.
(Breathe!)
Smash face with gun handles.
You me the definition of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
Bury niggas chucks on with wooden 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 born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with which hotta.
your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
shittin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on your you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us life nigga!
How dare you say da 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 with 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 already know how we nigga.
You just got first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
JT found you, you were tryin 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!