Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it from the Eastside... to the
Ya me? Ya feel 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 I'll make ya head
When the hawk 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 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 them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell
I'ma bring the to the farm
Bless 'em with some haze, remove the wood from the bong
Introduce them to the yak and
And make sure Bubba Spark good, I'm gone
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 ridin' with pigs
and thought I might would hit this for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and bourbon
Took a to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd
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 blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them come here
I'm doin for my family what already done here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that or a product of Timb's percussion
Y'all to him it's 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 from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became
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 sake of this

The streets is still mine, I stay with the still
And it's still on I'm stonger than corn liquor
like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be
That's what the industry
flippin' his flow, enemies heated
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 ain't a or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song

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