Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the first 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, keep my name baby.
Keep blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' 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!)
Nigga ain't the hood.
Your first album wood.
And every you get slap 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 lie, that's the code of the streets.
I drag you the 6-fo.
By that peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
games, you don't 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 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 fill you up them hallows, you fall.
I follow and you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My chain I made doe.
Since you had that ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and 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.
Game he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks the chorus)
(Chorus)
One into the two, two the four,
The want war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two 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 understand me.
There's no fightin'.
On I'ma blam you.
(Breathe!)
niggas face with gun handles.
You know me the of the land 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!) contacts to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
a dick (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck which crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and phones.
You dead wrong nigga 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 dare you say da regeme on your ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You aint got no placks on wall!
You aint got no you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You fuck with me man!
off the internet you computer thug!
You dont it nigga!
You dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
wack yo bitch ass punk!
You already know how we nigga.
You just got your tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT you, you were tryin to be a G-Q model!
You you was the next LL.
REMEMBER!?
you was saying that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!