Luyện nghe bài hát they Aint Ready

The Buddhists they Buddah, make sinners say hollaluah
I'm the God of mix tapes, me drive the Impala through the
Ghetto twenty inch metal, go get your two college
teach you how to correct your speech, but I'm not a tutor
How you playas deny the answer, to all your prayers
not fair, you can not compete Chamillionaire
Attitude stinky, from now on when I'm y'all
Sniff I you can feel me nigga, like a bloodhound dog
I done over the streets, so they call me the groundhog
When these boys on a cold streak, I heat like a brown log
In the fire place you fired, I'm the you the maid
I suspend you with no pay, but you never got paid
talk down shut up, like a attic door on the ceiling
Boy I'm a villain, you ain't got no royal a kitten
Sipping on sour milk, Color Changin' tower get crushed
There ain't a plane, that can wreck and harder than us
Seems like we beefing, but I ain't even know we had
Maybe cause our money's stacked, like Tetris rows in
Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly ain't than him
You down down baby, speak on us again
You can't win say your name, unless you get rich off of me
Cause if I say your name, that would be free publicity
Speak under your breath about royalty, is something you do
And I bet you think song is about you, don't you