Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

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

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

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