Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
it from 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
Bubba talk so good, but brain is not ready
They don't 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 like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
the wood from the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, 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 crackers ridin' them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty
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
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's
Now we gettin' blist again, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done 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 here
But Bubba is the truth and this is discussion
Of wither I'm 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, much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and cow feces?
To show you folks the 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 when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if change it
This shit is anus, it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't for the sake of this song

The is still mine, I stay with the still nine
and it's long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
From the old on the dirt 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