Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

They wanna score, try to catch us slippin'
They score, tryna 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' girls mollies, you don't get no for that
We the score, that's a fact

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

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