Luyện nghe bài hát Game Ova part. 2

(Yukmouth)
(Breathe!)
Round 2, nigga I won the 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.
blowin' me up nigga and I' ma cut your fuckin' throat you bitch!(Breathe!)
The Game games nigga.
You a lyin' ass toungue faggot nigga.(Fuck the Game you bitch)

(Yukmouth)
I crack your back I'm blastin' ya gat.
Ya lungs like a asthma attack.
Nigga I make you to...
(Breathe!)
Faggot rap, ya back is D'mack'n ya brotha.
And you got clapped.
Lay on ya and try to...
(Breathe!)
Nigga ain't the hood.
first album went wood.
And every week you get by Suge.
nigga...
(Breathe!)
Come to the Bay man the Tecs spray.
It's like your 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!)
games, you don't really want beef.
My shot got that G-Unit peice.
Buck I you can't...
(Breathe!)
You never met Pac, you met Eazy.
You're suckin' on my dick man your too breezy.
You gotta...
(Breathe!)
Take deep breath's, adjust your ring.
While Dre his dick in ya ass.
You dumb thing.(Fuckin' faggot!)
(Breathe!)
You a model.
Ill you up with them hallows, you fall.
I and watch you wallow.
Now try to...
(Breathe!)(Nigga!)
War wakle.
My glow I made doe.
Since you had that ring.
And on the game show(nigga).
(Breathe!)
You're just a 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 want war, The Game got war.
(Breathe!)
Four into the five, let The ride.
Game 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 wit them, the game ova for them.
(Breathe!)

(Gonzoe)
war time.
You understand me.
There's no fightin'.
On sight blam 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.
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.
You're a (Breathe!) ryda.
Tryin' to fuck with crews hotta.
Match your tongue ring to the paint on Impala.
You're just (Breathe!) fuckin' clone.
You maricone.
Gettin' shittin' on for shoes and phones.
You dead nigga sayin' Yuk ain't safe.
E-1-4 to the Shaws.
There's a price on face you bitch.

(Yukmouth)
Nigga!
You cant fuck wit us life nigga!
How dare you say da regeme on fake ass skit!
How you use 5 on it you fake ass nigga!
You aint got no placks on wall!
You aint got no you bitch!
You at yo house, you punk!
You tongue queen!
Nigga!
You cant with me man!
off the internet you computer 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 know how we nigga.
You got your first tattoo 2 years ago nigga!
When JT you, you were 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!