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 feel me?
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but brain is not ready
They know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
When the 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 like cars, somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when thangs melt in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em with some hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce them to the yak and
and make sure Bubba Spark good, 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 Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' them pigs
and thought I would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit is workin'
I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
But still, I it Bubba 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 just tell 'em Bed has 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 deal or a product of percussion
know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on,

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for 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 when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma it
This shit is anus, it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I or die with Beat 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
Niggaz to be weeded, that's what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song