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 feel me?
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but brain is not ready
don't know know
Bubba so good, but they brain is not ready
don't know 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 the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, comin' through
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some hay
Remove the wood the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm
if we run the war, I'ma 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 crackers ridin' with them 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 white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' blist again, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
Of wither I'm that deal or a of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on,

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D aquatinted
and I to maintain it, be damned 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 with the still
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
Kiss flippin' his flow, heated
But we let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop
get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot