Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They know know
Bubba talk so good, but brain is not ready
They know 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 lead work, I'll put you in the red
Ice make 'em look like stars, comin' through
On the bikes, but they like cars, it's 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, a bell ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the wood from the
Introduce them to the yak and
and make Bubba 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
R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty
a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit 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 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 laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really 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 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 ruff only when me and D became aquatinted
and I to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this

The streets is mine, I stay with the still nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the needed
Kiss his flow, enemies 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 a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song