Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the round nigga.
Go back to the board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh and thanks for the promotion on the radio station.
I loved 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 when I'm ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse a asthma attack.
Nigga I you hard to...
(Breathe!)
rap, ya back bone is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga from the hood.
first album went wood.
And every you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like your boxed in with spray.
Nigga I you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And lie, that's the code of the streets.
I you from the 6-fo.
By G-Unit peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you really want beef.
My shot niggas got that peice.
I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man your too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your ring.
While Dre his dick 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.
Since you had that ring.
And fade on the 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!)
Fuck street.
A gat to cheek.
And put your 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!)
into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game ride wit them, the ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One the two, two into the four,
G-Unit want war, got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You bitches me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight blam you.
(Breathe!)
Smash face with gun handles.
You know me the definition of the of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
Bury niggas with chucks on with pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No niggas know you from the to the bottoms.
you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
a dick (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' on for shoes 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 regeme nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on your 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 ring queen!
Nigga!
You fuck with me man!
Stay off the you computer thug!
You want it nigga!
You dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma wack yo ass punk!
You know how we rock nigga.
You got your first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you tryin to be a G-Q model!
You thought you was the LL.
REMEMBER!?
you was saying that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!