Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it 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 don't 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 I'll make ya head
the hawk take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin'
On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no helpin' you when them thangs in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the wood from the
them to the yak and cranberry
and make Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for
Double R and Beat Club, who 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 would hit this robe for less 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 white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin' 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 ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this 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 is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

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

The streets is still mine, I stay with the nine
and it's still long and if I'm than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
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