Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it from the Eastside... to the
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 don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no 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
Introduce them to the yak and
And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm
Even if we run to war, I'ma run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for
Double R and 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 with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit is workin
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find doin laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em to Athens, let 'em cut with 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 here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
Of wither I'm that or a product 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 count on,

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

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

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