Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not
don't know 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
the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red
Ice make 'em look like stars, comin' through
On the bikes, but they look cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin' you when thangs melt in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, 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 them crackers ridin' with them
and thought I might hit this robe 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 white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm for my family, but y'all are really done here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this 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, that much you can on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and rise 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 before it was
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D aquatinted
and I pledge to it, be damned if I'ma change it
shit 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 this

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