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 is not ready
They don't know
Bubba talk so good, but they is not ready
They know know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya 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 look like cars, it's somethin new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin you them thangs melt in you
and way in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell 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 Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run to war, 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 pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I off acid 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 myself laundry in odd places
But still, I it Bubba even into 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 shit is hot as bonkers
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but tell them Betty's 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 know to him bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

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

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

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