Luyện nghe bài hát they Aint Ready

The Buddhists they holla Buddah, sinners say hollaluah
I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me drive the 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, now on when I'm round y'all
Sniff I know you can me nigga, like a bloodhound dog
I took 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 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 got no royal you's a kitten
Sipping on some sour milk, Color tower get crushed
There ain't a plane, that can and crash harder than us
Seems we beefing, but I ain't even know we had problems
Maybe cause our money's stacked, like rows in columns
Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly ain't colder him
You going down down baby, speak on us
You can't win won't say your name, unless you get off of me
Cause if I say your name, then that would be free
Speak under your breath about royalty, is something you do
And I bet you think this song is about you, you