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
They don't know
talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't 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 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 like cars, it's 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 in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
Introduce them to the yak and
And make Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run to war, I'ma run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
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 them
and thought I might would hit this for less than twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now big shit is workin
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' blitzed again, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just them Betty's come here
I'm doin for my family y'all already done here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of I'm that deal 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, that much you can count on,

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

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

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