Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
it from the Eastside to the country
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me?
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya hurt
When the take 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 they look like cars, somethin' new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to for this stainless
no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Spark good, then I'm gone
if we run the war, I'ma 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,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I 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
I find myself doin' laundry 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' blist again, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps is discussion
Of I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and on
Me and is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and cow feces?
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 mixture before it was tainted
See I was ruff only when me and D became aquatinted
and I to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss it home
I ryde or die with Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I stay the still nine
and it's still and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, heated
But we let the gats pop
the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song