Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it 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 brain is not ready
don't 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 work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no helpin' you when thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, a bell ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
the wood from the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and sure 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 them crackers with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself 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 gettin' blist again, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
Of wither I'm that or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow
To show you folks the hope for changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's
and you up of this mixture before it was tainted
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? Fuck 'em, bring 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 nine
and still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, what the industry needed
Kiss his flow, enemies heated
But we let the gats pop
the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot