Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

They wanna score, niggas try to catch us
They wanna score, tryna get one up,
They wanna score, screamin' "New York!"
They wanna score, dude tryna with a broad
He wanna score, you 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, that's a

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

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