Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it from the Eastside to the
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not
They know know
Bubba so good, but they 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
the hawk take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, comin' through
On the bikes, but they like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere 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 some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma 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 crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit robe for less than twenty-five 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 by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
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 deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on,

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

The streets is still mine, I stay with the nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, heated
But we let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song