Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not
don't know 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 ya head hurt
When the hawk 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 like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but 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 ringer
I'ma bring the to the farm
Bless 'em some purple hay
the wood from the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make Bubba Spark 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 crackers ridin' with 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 shit is
I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of I'm that deal 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 much you can count on,

[Bubba
How did him and rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you the hope for this changin' shall 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 pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma it
This shit is anus, ain't it? 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of song

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