Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it the Eastside... to the country
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me?
the chorus!

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
the hawk take the day off
I the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin you when them thangs in you
and way in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
Introduce them to the yak and
And make Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
if we run to war, I'ma still 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 ridin' with them pigs
and I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty
Took a to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself doin 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 this shit is hot as
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell Betty's come here
I'm doin for my family what y'all already done
But is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of percussion
Y'all know to him 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 this cow
To show you folks the hope for changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's
and poured you up of this mixture it was tainted
See I was ruff only when me and D became acquainted
and I to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this

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

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