Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna 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 they is not ready
They don't know
talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
When the take the day off
I the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them thangs in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma bring the to the farm
Bless 'em with some hay
Remove the wood the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
if we run the war, I'ma still 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 crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty
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' laundry in odd
But still, I keep it Bubba even 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 done laced a track, man this shit is hot as
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of percussion
Y'all to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from 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 you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die with Club, won't 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 than corn like I pinkeyed
pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry needed
Kiss his flow, enemies heated
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot