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:

Jada talk so good, but brain is not ready
They know know
talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They know 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 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for this
no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some hay
Remove the from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and
and make sure Spark 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 ridin' with them pigs
and thought I would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I off acid and shitty bourbon
a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's 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 ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
Of wither I'm deal or a product of Tim's percussion
know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

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

The streets is mine, I stay 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 industry
Kiss his flow, enemies heated
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song