Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

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

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

2]
Don't come back to New York with B.S. dawg
Niggas is lookin' for you the PS4
How you gon' even try to come up out of talk?
With hairdo 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 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, like Peter Gunz, Joe Budden,
Papoose, my is deep enough to drown a lifeguard
Would give you some more bars, but you even worthy
Happy Thanksgiving, you ass turkey