Luyện nghe bài hát they Aint Ready

The Buddhists they holla Buddah, make say hollaluah
I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me the Impala through the
Ghetto inch metal, go get your two college rulers
I'll teach you how to correct speech, but I'm not a tutor
How you playas gonna the answer, to all your prayers
It's not fair, you can not compete
Attitude stinky, from now on when I'm y'all
Sniff I know you can feel me nigga, a bloodhound dog
I done took over the streets, so they me the groundhog
When these on a cold streak, I bring heat like a brown log
In the fire place you fired, I'm the boss you the
I would suspend you with no pay, but you got paid
Don't talk down shut up, like a attic on the ceiling
Boy I'm a villain, you got no royal you's a kitten
on some sour milk, Color Changin' tower get crushed
There ain't a plane, 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, Tetris rows in columns
Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly colder than him
You going down down baby, on us again
You can't win say your name, unless you get rich off of me
if I say your name, then that would be free publicity
Speak under your breath royalty, is something you don't do
And I bet you think song is about you, don't you