Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

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

1]
Last artist to diss New York City from low ticket sales
Fix pants suit, I rocked his bells like LL
After that, I his man not to prevail
I subtracted the Big from Sean and his fell
Next New hater, lookin' like Jerome-Rome
Tryna diss the hip hop home, my throne
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 know my guns spit You one hit wonder
Halloween mascot, your costume early
I seen you in your video with all your costume

2]
Don't come back to New York with that B.S.
Niggas is for you like the PS4
How you gon' even try to up out of your talk?
With hairdo lookin' like Bill de Blasio's 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 ain't brave
You closer to a falcon, a out of its cage
Love hip hop, like Peter Gunz, Joe Budden,
Papoose, my flow is deep enough to a lifeguard
Would give you some more bars, but you ain't worthy
Thanksgiving, you jive ass turkey