Luyện nghe bài hát They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

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

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
the hawk take the day off
I the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they through
On the bikes, but they like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin' you when them melt in you
and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and
and sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
if we run the war, I'ma 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' with pigs
and thought I might 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 right now this big shit is
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's
Now we gettin' again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done 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, that you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow
To you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if 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 still
and it's still long and if I'm stronger 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 dirt road to the on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white politic
Cocksucker, it's a hot