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, keep sayin' my baby.
blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game play nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I your back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya collapse like a asthma attack.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya bone is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga from the hood.
first album went 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, that's the of the streets.
I drag you the 6-fo.
By G-Unit peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
games, you don't really want beef.
My shot niggas got that peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you 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 pretty thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a model.
Ill fill you up with hallows, you fall.
I and watch you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My glow I made doe.
Since you had tongue ring.
And fade on the 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 on the passenger seat.
over he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks 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 want war, got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma you.
(Breathe!)
niggas face with gun handles.
You me the definition of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
niggas with chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No niggas know you from the to the bottoms.
you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with which hotta.
Match your tongue to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You dead wrong sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us regeme nigga!
How you say da regeme on your fake ass skit!
How dare you use 5 on it you 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 fuck with me man!
off the internet you computer thug!
You dont it nigga!
You dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma wack yo ass punk!
You already know how we nigga.
You just got your first 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!