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, dude slide with a broad
He wanna score, you don't get no for that
Dissin' New York, you don't get no points for
Slippin' girls mollies, you get no points for that
We the score, that's a fact

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

2]
Don't come back to New York with that B.S.
Niggas is 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 tote the hawk like 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 deep enough to drown a
Would give you some bars, but you ain't even worthy
Happy Thanksgiving, you ass turkey