Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't 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
the hawk take the day off
I the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they 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
no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some hay
Remove the wood from the
Introduce them to the yak and
and sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for
Double R and Beat Club, who as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them
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 to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
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 blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
Of wither I'm that or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you the hope for this changin' 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 rydin' ruff only me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss 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 nine
and still long and if I'm stronger 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 rifles on the dirt road to the on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song