Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

They wanna score, niggas try to us slippin'
wanna score, tryna get one up, listen
They wanna score, screamin' "New York!"
They score, dude tryna slide with a broad
He wanna score, you don't get no points for
Dissin' New York, you get no points for that
Slippin' girls mollies, you don't get no for that
We settle the score, that's a

1]
Last artist to diss New York City suffered low ticket sales
Fix your suit, I rocked his bells like LL
After that, I his man not to prevail
I subtracted the Big from Sean and his fell
New York hater, lookin' like Jerome-Rome
Tryna diss the hip hop home, this my
You ain't no Trinidadian boy, you hilarious
You ugly of Frankenstein, who you marryin'?
You the dumbest out the South, it don't get
Don't you my guns spit thunder? You one hit wonder
mascot, wore your costume early
I seen you in your video all your costume jewelry

2]
Don't come to New York with that B.S. dawg
Niggas is for you like the PS4
How you gon' even try to come up out of talk?
With your hairdo lookin' like Bill de son
If you a rude boy, why you don't talk like it?
If you Atlanta, why you don't tote the hawk like it?
Sweetest in Atlanta, peach, you Atlanta brave
You to a falcon, a bird out of its cage
Love hip hop, like Gunz, Joe Budden, Saigon
Papoose, my flow is enough to drown a lifeguard
give you some more bars, but you ain't even worthy
Happy Thanksgiving, you ass turkey