Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside... to the
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
the chorus!

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Jada so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know
talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
When the take the day off
I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em like stars, they comin through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
no helpin you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the
them to the yak and cranberry
And make Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run to war, I'ma run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
"R3: In the 'R' We Trust,"

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[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for than twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big is workin
I'm white by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just them Betty's come here
I'm doin for my what y'all already done here
But is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion
Y'all to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and 'Kiss is necessary, much you can count on, yeah

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[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and cow feces?
To you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only me and D became acquainted
and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I with the still nine
And it's still on nigga I'm stonger than liquor
like I pink-eyed, pretend to be weeded
That's what the needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
the old rifles on the dirt road
to the on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong
This ain't a black or white thing cocksucker, it's a hot song

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