Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside to the
Ya me? Ya feel 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 they is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, comin' through
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
next to ready for this stainless
It's no you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
I'ma bring the to the farm
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood from the
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm
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 would hit this robe for than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them
'em down 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 'em Bed has here
I'm for my family, but y'all are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of percussion
know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow
To show you the hope for this changin' shall be me
how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if change it
This is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, 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 stronger than corn I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, heated
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song