Luyện nghe bài hát they Aint Ready

The Buddhists holla Buddah, make sinners say hollaluah
I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me drive the Impala the
Ghetto twenty inch metal, go get two college rulers
I'll 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 over the streets, so they call me the groundhog
When these boys on a cold streak, I bring heat a brown log
In the place you fired, I'm the boss you the maid
I suspend you with no pay, but you never got paid
Don't talk down shut up, a attic door on the ceiling
Boy I'm a villain, you got no royal you's a kitten
Sipping on sour milk, Color Changin' tower get crushed
There ain't a plane, that can and crash harder than us
Seems like we beefing, but I ain't know we had problems
Maybe cause our money's stacked, like rows in columns
Not a I'm a lunatic, Nelly ain't colder than him
You down down baby, speak on us again
You can't win won't say name, unless you get rich off of me
Cause if I say your name, then that would be publicity
under your breath about royalty, is something you don't do
And I bet you think this is about you, don't you