Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

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

(Yukmouth)
I crack your back I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya collapse like a asthma attack.
I make you hard to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back bone is ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga from the hood.
first album 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, 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 G-Unit peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You met Pac, you never met Eazy.
suckin' on my dick man your lips too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your 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 chain I made doe.
you had that tongue ring.
And fade on the show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a mixtape diva and every sneakers.
Y'all tryin' to them high notes like 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 over the chorus)
(Chorus)
One the two, two into the four,
The Game war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four the five, let The Regime ride.
ride wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)
One into the two, two the four,
G-Unit want war, got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
Game wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand me.
no fist fightin'.
On I'ma blam 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 niggas chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No know you from the jungles to the bottoms.
you had (Breathe!) contacts tryin to G-Q model.
I was born Pac, in the OE-bottle.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with crews hotta.
Match your ring to the paint on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and phones.
You wrong nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
From to the Shaws.
a price on your face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us regeme 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 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 want war you bitch!
(Chorus starts)
Joe Budden you!
And Yuk gon yo ass nigga!
I'ma yo bitch ass punk!
You already how we rock nigga.
You just got your first tattoo 2 ago nigga!
When JT found you, you 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!