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 for the promotion on the radio station.
I loved nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep sayin' my name, sayin' my name baby.
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut 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 when I'm ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse like a attack.
Nigga I 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 first album wood.
And every week you get by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the gon' spray.
It's like boxed in with pepper spray.
I make you hard 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.
I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust tongue ring.
While Dre his dick in ya ass.
You dumb 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 diva and every G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing them notes like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Wall street.
A gat to cheek.
And put your brains on the seat.
Game he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth over the chorus)
(Chorus)
One the two, two into the four,
The Game war, The Game 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,
G-Unit want war, got war.
(Breathe!)
into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You bitches me.
no fist fightin'.
On I'ma blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas face 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!) tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
a dick (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with crews hotta.
your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
shittin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga Yuk ain't safe.
E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on your you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us regeme nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on your ass skit!
How dare you use 5 on it you ass nigga!
You got no placks on your wall!
You got no money you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You cant fuck me man!
Stay off the internet you thug!
You want it nigga!
You want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma yo bitch ass punk!
You already know how we nigga.
You just got your tattoo 2 years 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!