Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the round nigga.
Go to the drawin' board nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh yeah and thanks for the on the radio station.
I that nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
Keep my name, keep sayin' my name baby.
blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game play nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue ring nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I your back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse like a attack.
Nigga I 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!)
Nigga from the hood.
Your album went wood.
And every you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like your in with pepper spray.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the of the streets.
I you from the 6-fo.
By that peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
Playin' games, you don't 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, your tongue ring.
Dre stick his dick in ya ass.
You dumb 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 chain I made doe.
Since you had that 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!)
Wall street.
A gat to cheek.
And put brains on the passenger seat.
over he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth talks the chorus)
(Chorus)
One the two, two into 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!)
into the five, let The Regime ride.
Game ride wit them, the ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma 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 niggas with chucks on with pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No niggas know you 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 with crews hotta.
Match your tongue to the paint on your Impala.
You're (Breathe!) another fuckin' 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 fuck wit us regeme life nigga!
How you say da regeme on your fake ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake 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 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 how we rock nigga.
You got your first 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 that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!