Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it from the to the country
Ya feel me? Ya 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 brain is not
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head
When the take 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 Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them melt in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba good, then I'm gone
if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for
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 for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now big shit is workin'
I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
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 done a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come
I'm for my family, but y'all 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, much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this and this cow feces?
To show you folks the 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 rydin' ruff 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, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this

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