Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
it from 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
don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but they is not ready
don't know know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
When the 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 cars, it's somethin new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin you when them melt in you
and way down in Athens, is a bell ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some purple haze, the wood from the bong
Introduce them to the yak and
And make sure Bubba Spark good, 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
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 them crackers ridin' them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now big shit is workin
I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I myself doin laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and
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 them Betty's come here
I'm doin for my family what y'all already done
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion
Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and on
Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on,

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[Bubba
How did him and Bubba from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
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, ain't it? Fuck 'em, bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the of this song

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

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