Luyện nghe bài hát They Ani't Ready

Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - They Ain't

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it from the to the country
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me?
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head
When the take the day off
I make the 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 them thangs melt in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm
Even if we run the war, I'ma 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 crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off 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 laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. 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 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 truth and perhaps this is
Of I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all 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 this shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was
See I was rydin' ruff when me and D became aquatinted
and I to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I stay with the nine
and it's long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, 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, this ain't a black or white politic
Cocksucker, a hot song