Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

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

1]
Last artist to diss New York City from low ticket sales
Fix your pants suit, I his bells like LL
After that, I his man not to prevail
I the Big from Sean and his album fell
New York hater, lookin' like 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 out the South, it don't get dumber
Don't you know my spit thunder? You one hit wonder
Halloween mascot, wore your costume
I seen you in your with all your costume jewelry

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