Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

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

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

2]
Don't come back to New York with B.S. dawg
Niggas is for you like the PS4
How you gon' try to come up out of your talk?
your hairdo lookin' like Bill de Blasio's son
If you a real rude boy, why you don't like it?
If you from Atlanta, why you don't tote the 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 deep to drown a lifeguard
Would give you some more bars, but you even worthy
Happy Thanksgiving, you jive ass