Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
it from the Eastside to the country
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
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 know know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head
When the hawk the day off
I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin'
On the bikes, but they look cars, it's somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, a bell ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba 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 them
and thought I might would hit this for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I off acid and shitty bourbon
a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut 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 doin' for my family, but are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps is discussion
Of wither I'm that or a product of Tim's 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 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 mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' only when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I stay with the nine
and still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
Kiss his flow, enemies heated
But we let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot