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 thanks for the on the radio station.
I loved 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 Game games nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue ring faggot nigga.(Fuck the you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack your back I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs like a asthma attack.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
rap, ya back bone is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga from the hood.
Your first went wood.
And week you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
like your boxed in with pepper spray.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, the code of the streets.
I drag you the 6-fo.
By G-Unit peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't really beef.
My shot niggas got that peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
suckin' on my dick man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, your tongue ring.
Dre stick his dick in ya ass.
You pretty 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 tongue ring.
And on the game 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!)
Wall street.
A gat to cheek.
And put your on the passenger seat.
Game 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 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 blam 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.
Bury niggas with chucks on with 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.
Match your tongue ring to the on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga Yuk ain't safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a price on your you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us life nigga!
How you say da regeme on your fake ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You aint got no placks on wall!
You aint got no you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You cant with me man!
Stay off the you computer thug!
You want 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 know how we rock nigga.
You just got first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you 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!