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, tryna slide with a broad
He wanna score, you don't get no for that
Dissin' New York, you get no points for that
Slippin' mollies, you don't get no points for that
We the score, that's a fact

1]
Last artist to New York City suffered from low ticket sales
Fix your pants suit, I rocked his bells LL
After that, I caused his man not to
I subtracted the Big from Sean and his fell
Next New York hater, like Jerome-Rome
diss the hip hop home, this my throne
You no real Trinidadian 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 thunder? You one hit
Halloween mascot, wore your costume
I seen you in your video with all your jewelry

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