Luyện nghe bài hát they Aint Ready

The Buddhists they holla Buddah, make sinners say
I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me drive the Impala the
Ghetto twenty metal, go get your two college rulers
I'll teach you how to correct speech, but I'm not a tutor
How you playas deny the answer, to all your prayers
It's not fair, you can not compete
Attitude stinky, from now on I'm round y'all
Sniff I know you can me nigga, like a bloodhound dog
I done took the streets, so they call me the groundhog
these boys on a cold streak, I bring heat like a brown log
In the fire you fired, I'm the boss you the maid
I would you with no pay, but you never 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
cause our money's stacked, like Tetris rows in columns
Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly colder than him
You down down baby, speak on us again
You win won't say your name, unless you get rich off of me
Cause if I say name, then that would be free publicity
under your breath about royalty, is something you don't do
And I bet you think this song is about you, you