Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it the Eastside to the country
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me?
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
the hawk take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no you when them thangs melt in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma bring the 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 and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
R and Beat 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 for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is
I'm just by chance, but I'm country 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 with my sister's
Now we gettin' again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done 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 deal 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 much you can on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of this mixture 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 is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of song

The streets is still mine, I stay with the still
and it's still long and if I'm than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's the industry needed
flippin' his flow, enemies heated
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the
Don't get the wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song