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 feel me?
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they is not ready
They know know
Bubba so good, but they brain is not ready
don't know know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
the hawk take the day off
I the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look cars, it's somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere to ready for this stainless
It's no you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em with purple hay
the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and
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 them crackers ridin' them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for 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 white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba 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 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 are really done here
But is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all to him is bustin', so just 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 folks the for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the for it's painting
and poured you up of this before it was tainted
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, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this

The is still mine, I stay with the still nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
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, this ain't a black or white politic
Cocksucker, a hot song