Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but brain is not ready
They know know
Bubba talk so good, but brain is not ready
They know know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I make the lead work, 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 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 to the farm
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the from the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Spark 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
Double R and Beat Club, who as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now big shit is workin'
I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it even into Mr. Kiss and them
'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blist again, on the block in Yonkers
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 for my family, but y'all are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps 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, much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' be me
Notice how he see, the for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was
See I was rydin' only when me and D became aquatinted
and I to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This is anus, ain't 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 the still nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
flippin' his flow, enemies heated
But we let the gats pop
From the old 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, it's a hot