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

(Yukmouth)
I crack your when I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs collapse like a attack.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya bone is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga from the hood.
Your first album wood.
And week you get slap by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the gon' spray.
like your boxed in with pepper spray.
Nigga I you hard to...
(Breathe!)
And don't lie, that's the 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 never met Pac, you 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 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 a mixtape diva 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 brains on the seat.
over he can't...
(Breathe!)

(Marc Shyst)
(Yukmouth over the chorus)
(Chorus)
One the two, two into the four,
The want 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,
want war, G-Unit got war.
(Breathe!)
Four 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 blam 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.
niggas with chucks on with wooden pyjamas.
On the (Breathe!) you square.
is a promise.
No niggas 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 which hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the on your Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for and cell phones.
You dead wrong nigga sayin' Yuk safe.
From to the Shaws.
There's a price on face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant wit us regeme life nigga!
How dare you say da on your fake 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 fuck 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 wack yo ass punk!
You already how we rock nigga.
You just got your tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT 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!