Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

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

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

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[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy you silly if you saw crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I myself doin 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 in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty's here
I'm doin for my family y'all already done here
But Bubba is the truth and this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Timb's
Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and on
Me and is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

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

The streets is still mine, I stay with the still
And it's on nigga I'm stonger than corn liquor
like I pink-eyed, niggaz to be weeded
what the industry needed
Kiss his flow, enemies heated
But we let the gats pop
the old rifles on the dirt road
to the handguns on the blacktop, get the plot wrong
ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song

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