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!)
Keep sayin' my name, keep my name baby.
Keep me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game play nigga.
You a ass toungue ring faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack your back when I'm ya gat.
Ya collapse like a asthma attack.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya bone 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 week 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 don't lie, the code of the streets.
I you from the 6-fo.
By that peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't want beef.
My niggas got that 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 breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
Dre stick his dick in ya ass.
You pretty 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 glow I made doe.
Since you had tongue ring.
And fade on the show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're a mixtape diva and every G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing them notes like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck 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.
Game ride wit them, the ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One the two, two into the four,
want war, G-Unit got war.
(Breathe!)
Four the five, let The Regime ride.
ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand me.
no fist fightin'.
On I'ma blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas with gun handles.
You know me the of the land 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 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.
your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk 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 fake ass skit!
How dare you use 5 on it you ass nigga!
You aint got no on your 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 want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma wack yo 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 thought you was the LL.
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!