Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

Jada so good, but they brain is not ready
don't know know
Bubba so good, but they 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 lead work, put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no helpin' you them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and
and make sure Bubba Spark good, 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 would hit this robe for less twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but now this 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 even into Mr. Kiss and
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in
and Tim laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps 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, that much you can count on,

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this shall be me
how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to it, be damned if I'ma change it
This is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I with the still nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the needed
flippin' 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, this a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot