Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the first nigga.
Go back to the board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh yeah and thanks for the on the radio station.
I loved nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
sayin' my name, keep sayin' my name baby.
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game play nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue ring faggot nigga.(Fuck the you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs like a asthma attack.
I make 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 boxed in with pepper spray.
Nigga I make you 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!)
Playin' games, you really want beef.
My shot niggas got G-Unit 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, adjust tongue ring.
While Dre stick his in ya ass.
You pretty 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 chain glow I doe.
Since you had tongue ring.
And fade on the show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape and every G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to 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!)
into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One the two, two into the four,
G-Unit 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!)
Smash niggas with gun handles.
You know me the definition of the of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
Bury niggas chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No niggas know you from the to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to with which crews hotta.
Match 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 nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From 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 placks on wall!
You got no money you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You fuck with me man!
Stay off the internet you thug!
You dont it nigga!
You dont 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 your first 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you 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!