Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the round nigga.
Go back to the board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh and thanks for the promotion on the radio station.
I loved nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
sayin' my name, keep 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 faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse like a 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!)
ain't from the hood.
Your first went wood.
And every week you get by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the gon' spray.
It's like your 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!)
games, you don't really want beef.
My niggas got that G-Unit peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your ring.
While Dre his dick in ya ass.
You dumb thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a model.
Ill fill you up them hallows, you fall.
I and watch you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My chain glow I doe.
Since you had tongue ring.
And fade on the show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
just a mixtape diva and every 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.
Game he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks the chorus)
(Chorus)
One into the two, two the four,
The Game war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four the five, let The Regime ride.
Game ride wit them, the ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two 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 bitches me.
There's no 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.
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!) tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
a dick (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck which crews hotta.
Match your ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a price on face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant wit us regeme life 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 got no money 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 murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma yo bitch ass punk!
You already know how we nigga.
You just got first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT 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!