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 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 play nigga.
You a ass toungue ring faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack your back when I'm ya gat.
Ya lungs like a asthma attack.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
ain't from the hood.
Your first went wood.
And every you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like boxed in with pepper spray.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, the code of the streets.
I you from the 6-fo.
By that peice.
You bitch...
(Breathe!)
games, you don't really want beef.
My niggas got that G-Unit peice.
I know you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man lips 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 and watch 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 just a diva and every G-Unit sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to sing high 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 war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two 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 bitches me.
There's no fightin'.
On sight I'ma you.
(Breathe!)
Smash niggas with gun handles.
You me the definition 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 know you from 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.
your tongue ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) another clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and phones.
You dead wrong sayin' Yuk ain't 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 regeme on your ass skit!
How dare you use 5 on it you ass nigga!
You aint got no on your wall!
You aint got no you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You ring queen!
Nigga!
You cant with me man!
off the internet you computer thug!
You dont it nigga!
You dont war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden 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!
JT found you, you were tryin to be a G-Q model!
You thought you was the LL.
REMEMBER!?
Remember you was that you bitch!
Be real!
Punk...
ass blood...
Nigga!