Luyện nghe bài hát they Aint Ready

The Buddhists they holla Buddah, make sinners say
I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me the Impala through the
Ghetto twenty inch metal, go get two college rulers
teach you how to correct your speech, but I'm not a tutor
How you playas gonna the answer, to all your prayers
not fair, you can not compete Chamillionaire
Attitude stinky, now on when I'm round y'all
Sniff I know you can feel me nigga, a bloodhound dog
I done took over the streets, so they call me the
these boys on a cold streak, I bring heat like a brown log
In the place you fired, I'm the boss you the maid
I would suspend you with no pay, but you got paid
Don't down shut up, like a attic door on the ceiling
Boy I'm a villain, you ain't got no you's a kitten
Sipping on some sour milk, Color Changin' get crushed
There a plane, that can wreck and crash harder than us
Seems we beefing, but I ain't even know we had problems
Maybe cause our money's stacked, like Tetris in columns
Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly colder than him
You going down baby, speak on us again
You can't win won't say your name, unless you get off of me
Cause if I say your name, that would be free publicity
Speak under your breath about royalty, is you don't do
And I bet you think song is about you, don't you