Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, I won the first 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 that nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep sayin' my name, sayin' my name baby.
Keep me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat 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 collapse a asthma attack.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
ain't from the hood.
Your album went wood.
And every week you get by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the gon' spray.
It's like your boxed in pepper spray.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the of the streets.
I you from the 6-fo.
By G-Unit peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you really want beef.
My shot got that G-Unit peice.
I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man your too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your ring.
Dre stick his dick 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 I made doe.
Since you had tongue ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and G-Unit sneakers.
tryin' to sing them high notes like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck 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 want war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four 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!)
into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game ride wit them, the ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You bitches me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash 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 wooden pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No niggas you from the jungles to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) tryin to G-Q model.
I was with 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 (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You dead wrong sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a on your face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us life nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on fake ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake 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 want it nigga!
You dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
wack yo bitch ass punk!
You know how we rock nigga.
You just got your first tattoo 2 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!