Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
the hawk take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
Nowhere to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them thangs in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a 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 good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Club, who hard 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 this robe for less twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit 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 down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in
and Tim laced a track, man this shit 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 done 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, much 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 mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became
and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

The is still 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, enemies
But we let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot