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 for the promotion on the radio station.
I loved nigga.
Yamean.
(Breathe!)
sayin' my name, keep sayin' my name baby.
Keep me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game games nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue ring faggot nigga.(Fuck the you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack back when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse like a 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!)
Nigga ain't the hood.
Your album went wood.
And week you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like your in with pepper spray.
Nigga I 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 really beef.
My niggas got that G-Unit peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
deep breath's, adjust your tongue ring.
While Dre stick his in ya ass.
You pretty thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a model.
Ill you up with 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 fade on the show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and every sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing them high like Aretha.
You gotta...(Bitch!)
(Breathe!)
Fuck 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!)
Four the five, let The Regime ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One the two, two into the four,
G-Unit want war, 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 sight I'ma you.
(Breathe!)
Smash face with gun handles.
You me the definition 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 niggas know you from the to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with which hotta.
Match tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' on for shoes and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a price on your you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant 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 aint got no placks on wall!
You got no money you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You cant fuck me man!
Stay off the internet you thug!
You dont 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 know how we nigga.
You just got first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you tryin to be a G-Q model!
You you was the next LL.
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was saying you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!