Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, I won the first round nigga.
Go back to the drawin' nigga.
(Breathe!)
I'm for dis baby.
Oh yeah and thanks for the promotion on the station.
I that 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 like a asthma attack.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back 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 every week you get by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like your boxed in pepper spray.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, the code of the streets.
I drag you 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 pretty 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 chain 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 high notes 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 talks the chorus)
(Chorus)
One into the two, two the four,
The Game war, The Game 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!)
into 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 face with gun handles.
You know me the definition of the 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 the jungles to the bottoms.
'cause' you had (Breathe!) tryin to G-Q model.
I was with Pac, in the OE-bottle.
a dick (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with crews hotta.
Match your ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're (Breathe!) another fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for 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 cant 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 got no placks 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 internet you thug!
You want it nigga!
You dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe murdered you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma yo bitch ass punk!
You already how we rock nigga.
You just got your first 2 years ago nigga!
When JT found you, you were to be a G-Q model!
You thought you was the LL.
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was saying you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!