Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, I'll make ya head hurt
When the take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin' you when thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce 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
R and Beat 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 hit this robe for less than twenty-five 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 white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself laundry in odd places
But still, I it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come
I'm doin' for my family, but are really done here
But Bubba is the 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, 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' only when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, bend 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 corn I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, heated
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot