Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya hurt
the hawk take 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 they look like cars, it's new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, a bell ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, I'm gone
Even if we run the war, still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for
R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' them pigs
and thought I might hit this 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 white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but tell 'em Bed has come here
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 deal or a product of percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of this before it was tainted
See I was ruff only when 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 sake of song

The streets is still mine, I stay with the nine
and it's still and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
the old rifles 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, it's a hot