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

(Yukmouth)
I your back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse a asthma attack.
Nigga I 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!)
ain't from the hood.
Your album went wood.
And every you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like your in with pepper spray.
Nigga I you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the of the streets.
I drag you the 6-fo.
By that peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you really want beef.
My niggas 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 lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
Dre stick his dick in ya ass.
You dumb thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a model.
Ill you up with them hallows, you fall.
I and watch you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My glow I made 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 tryin' to sing high notes like 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 want war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The 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 wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You bitches me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma you.
(Breathe!)
niggas face with gun handles.
You know me the definition of the of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
Bury niggas with on with wooden pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No know you from 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.
Tryin' to fuck which crews hotta.
your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a price on your 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 ring queen!
Nigga!
You cant with me man!
Stay off the you computer thug!
You dont it nigga!
You want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma wack yo ass punk!
You already know how we nigga.
You just got first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you tryin to be a G-Q model!
You thought you was the LL.
REMEMBER!?
you was saying that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!