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 brain is not ready
They 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 I'll make ya head
When the hawk the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red
Ice make 'em look like stars, they through
On the bikes, but they 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 when them melt in you
and way in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
I'ma bring the to the farm
Bless 'em some purple 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, still run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who as us?
"R3: In the 'R' We Trust,"

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[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy you if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
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 doin laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' 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 just tell them Betty's here
I'm doin for my what y'all already done here
But is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of 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 on, yeah

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[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' be me
Notice how he see, the for it's painting
and you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma it
This shit is anus, it? Fuck '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 with the still nine
And it's still on nigga I'm stonger than liquor
like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be
what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
From the old on the dirt road
to the on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong
This a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song

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