Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know
Bubba so good, but they brain is not ready
don't know 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 make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain 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 hood to the
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce them to the yak and
and make sure Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, still run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
R and Beat Club, who hard 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 robe for less than twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
But still, I keep it even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the 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 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 of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was
See I was rydin' ruff when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die with 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 stronger than corn like I
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
Kiss flippin' his flow, heated
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 ain't a black or white thing
Cocksucker, a hot song