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 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 throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game games nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue ring nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I your back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya collapse like 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!)
ain't 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 your boxed in with pepper 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 don't really beef.
My shot niggas got that peice.
I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
suckin' on my dick man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
Dre stick his dick in ya ass.
You dumb 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 glow I made doe.
Since you had tongue ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape 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 your on the passenger seat.
Game 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 the five, let The Regime 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!)
Four the five, let The Regime ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You bitches me.
no fist fightin'.
On sight I'ma you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas face gun handles.
You know me the of the land of the scanners.
(Breathe!)
You for the camera.
I my own blamma.
Bury niggas with chucks on wooden 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 with which crews hotta.
Match your tongue to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
shittin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a on your face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You fuck wit us regeme life nigga!
How dare you say da on your fake ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You got no placks on your wall!
You aint got no you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You ring queen!
Nigga!
You cant 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 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 thought you was the LL.
REMEMBER!?
you was saying that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!