Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it from the to the country
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I the lead work, I'll 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 talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no helpin' you when them thangs in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma bring the to the farm
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, I'm gone
Even if we run the 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,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this 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 country by God's
Nowadays I find doin' laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it even into Mr. Kiss and them
'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we blist 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 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
Of I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on,

[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 for it's painting
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, 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 stay with the nine
and it's still long and if I'm than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we let the gats pop
From the old 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