Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it 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
don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but brain is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
the hawk take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em like stars, they comin through
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin you when them melt in you
and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the
them to the yak and cranberry
And sure 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
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 crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big is workin
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I myself doin laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them
'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blitzed again, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell Betty's come here
I'm for my family what y'all already done here
But Bubba is the truth and this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of percussion
Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and on
Me and is necessary, that 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 changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of this before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D acquainted
and I pledge to maintain it, be 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 bend for the of this song

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

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