Luyện nghe bài hát Jive Ass Turkey

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

1]
Last artist to diss New City suffered from low ticket sales
Fix your pants suit, I rocked his like LL
that, I caused his man not to prevail
I the Big from Sean and his album fell
Next New York hater, like Jerome-Rome
diss 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 don't get
Don't you know my guns spit thunder? You one hit
Halloween mascot, wore your costume
I seen you in your video with all costume jewelry

2]
Don't come back to New with 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' like Bill de son
If you a rude boy, why you don't talk like it?
If you from Atlanta, why you don't tote the like 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 bars, but you ain't even worthy
Happy Thanksgiving, you ass turkey