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 me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
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 is not ready
don't know know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head
When the take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin you when them melt in you
and way in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some haze, remove the wood from the bong
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
And make sure Bubba good, then 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 Club, who hard as us?
"R3: In the 'R' We Trust,"

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[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy you silly if you saw crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is
I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin 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, 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 Betty's come
I'm doin for my family y'all already done here
But Bubba is the truth and this is discussion
Of I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion
Y'all know to him it's bustin, so 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 rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's
and poured you up of this mixture before it was
See I was rydin' ruff only me and D became acquainted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma it
This shit is anus, ain't it? 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

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

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