Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

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Jada talk so good, but they is not ready
They don't know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not
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 work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no helpin you when them thangs in you
and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
Introduce them to the yak and
And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm
if we run to war, I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for
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' with them
and I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off and shitty bourbon
a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' blitzed again, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them come here
I'm doin for my family what y'all already here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a of Timb's percussion
know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can on, yeah

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[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the for it's painting
and poured you up of this before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only me and D became acquainted
and I pledge to it, be damned 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 stay with the nine
And it's still on nigga I'm stonger corn liquor
like I pink-eyed, niggaz to be weeded
what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the road
to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the wrong
This a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song

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