Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

They score, niggas try to catch us slippin'
They wanna score, get one up, listen
wanna score, everybody screamin' "New York!"
They wanna score, dude tryna slide a broad
He score, you don't get no points for that
New York, you don't 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 New York City suffered from low ticket sales
Fix your pants suit, I rocked his bells LL
that, I caused his man not to prevail
I subtracted the Big from Sean and his album
Next New hater, lookin' like Jerome-Rome
Tryna diss the hip hop home, this my
You ain't no real boy, you hilarious
You bride of Frankenstein, who you marryin'?
You the dumbest out the South, it get dumber
Don't you my guns spit thunder? You one hit wonder
mascot, wore your costume early
I seen you in your video with all costume jewelry

2]
Don't come back to New York with that B.S.
is lookin' for you like the PS4
How you gon' even try to come up out of talk?
With your hairdo lookin' like de Blasio's son
If you a real boy, why you don't talk like it?
If you from Atlanta, why you don't tote the hawk it?
Sweetest in Atlanta, peach, you ain't Atlanta
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
Would give you some more bars, but you ain't even
Happy Thanksgiving, you jive ass