Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the round nigga.
Go to the drawin' board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh yeah and thanks for the promotion on the station.
I loved nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep sayin' my name, keep sayin' my baby.
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The play 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 collapse 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.
Your first went wood.
And every you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the gon' spray.
like your boxed in with pepper spray.
Nigga I 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!)
Playin' games, you don't really beef.
My shot got that G-Unit peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you met Eazy.
suckin' on my dick man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your ring.
While Dre stick his 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 glow I doe.
Since you had that ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape and every G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing high notes like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Wall street.
A gat to cheek.
And put brains on the passenger seat.
over he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth over the chorus)
(Chorus)
One the two, two into the four,
The Game want war, The got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One the two, two into 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 understand me.
There's no fightin'.
On I'ma blam 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 with chucks 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.
a dick (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to with which crews hotta.
Match your ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
shittin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
E-1-4 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 got no placks on your wall!
You got no money you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You ring queen!
Nigga!
You cant fuck 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!
I'ma yo bitch ass punk!
You know how we rock nigga.
You just got your first tattoo 2 ago nigga!
When JT found you, you were to be a G-Q model!
You you was the next LL.
REMEMBER!?
you was saying that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!