Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they like cars, it's somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
next to ready for this stainless
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
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the from the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
if we run the war, I'ma 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 ridin' with them pigs
and I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon
a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the in Yonkers
and Tim done a track, man this 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 here
But Bubba is the truth and this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Tim's
Y'all to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if change it
shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

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