Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

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

(Yukmouth)
I crack back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya collapse like a asthma attack.
Nigga I make you 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 first album 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 you hard 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 don't want beef.
My shot niggas got G-Unit peice.
I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
deep breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
While Dre stick his in ya ass.
You pretty thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a model.
Ill fill you up with hallows, you fall.
I and watch you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My chain glow I doe.
you had that tongue ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a diva 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 brains on the passenger seat.
over he can't...
(Breathe!)

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

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand me.
There's no fightin'.
On sight 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 the jungles to the bottoms.
you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk safe.
From to the Shaws.
a price on your face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us regeme nigga!
How dare you say da on your fake ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You aint got no on your wall!
You aint got no 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 dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden 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 were 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!