Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

They wanna score, niggas try to catch us
wanna score, tryna get one up, listen
They wanna score, everybody "New York!"
They wanna score, dude tryna slide 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 for that
We settle the score, 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 his man not to prevail
I subtracted the Big from Sean and his fell
New York hater, lookin' like Jerome-Rome
Tryna the hip hop home, this my throne
You ain't no real boy, you hilarious
You bride of Frankenstein, who you marryin'?
You the out the South, it don't get dumber
Don't you know my spit thunder? You one hit wonder
mascot, wore your costume early
I seen you in your video all your costume jewelry

2]
Don't come back to New York with that B.S.
is lookin' for you like the PS4
How you gon' try to come up out of your talk?
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 the hawk like it?
Sweetest in Atlanta, peach, you Atlanta brave
You closer to a falcon, a bird out of its
Love hip hop, like Peter Gunz, Joe Budden,
Papoose, my flow is deep to drown a lifeguard
Would give you some more bars, but you ain't even
Thanksgiving, you jive ass turkey