Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not
don't know 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, I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure 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 pigs
and thought I might would hit robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big is workin'
I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
But still, I keep it Bubba even 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 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 is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Tim's
Y'all know to him is bustin', so dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' be me
how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was
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 for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I stay 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
flippin' his flow, enemies heated
But we gon' let the pop
From the old on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song