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 they brain is not
don't 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 ya head hurt
When the take the day off
I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin'
On the bikes, but they look cars, it's 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 down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, still run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off and shitty bourbon
Took a to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut 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 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
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, that much you can count on,

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

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