Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big bang on a budget
Dank weed, like 'fuck it'
City slicker, country nigga, reppin' from Kentucky
and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky
40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they the tailpipe's rusted

Country cookin', dog fightin', big body
Chillin' like a mug in Western Kentuck', love
a funner time, smoke and gunner time
Sippin' Sprite and dark every fuckin' time

Uhh, okay how the po' folk ball
through to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud
No pager, no cellphone, no at all
Just a pack of Masters and a pint of alcohol

My hooptie, with a down crew like said
"You perm, fuck a fade
Let my hair swing and forth like a germ
I'll with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby Mama drama, child support and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha know about backwood country folk?
know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha know ballin' on a budget bro?
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm just ballin' on a budget,
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
the N the A the P P Y

Pull up, dead on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my and my socks
Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff some food in my gut
Country cat in the hat
I'm front to put the house on that

yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham
Chicken wings, cornbread, in the kitchen throwin' down
Eat good, tryin' a somethin', run up on a pound
somethin', gut a Vega tryin' a stuff it with a ounce

Hummin', Mama cookin' that mean Sunday mo'nin
Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my
Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad
Cigars and happy bags, man we right

Aww man, we go back, sweet pickle book clubs
Nigga that was good love, summertime bathin' in a tub
Damn that shit hurt and my in that shirt
Atari 26, one stick never

What'cha know about them backwood folk?
What'cha know the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no
What'cha know about on a budget bro?
I'm just on a budget, yeaga
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
the N the A the P P Y

Comin' up in the all I did was run barefoot
could comb my hair good
My hairline like ten pound vines
my rib and my underwear
It's a thin brown line, shit

Chores did and Ma work out on the line
Cool as shit, country boys out on the
River views, picnic, big ticks the place
Folks visit and make it apparent to come back

Look here, see I smoke like a fire and I like a fish
That's it, Ecstasy just on my list
No comb, no brush, no fade, no
No shit, no hair and you get no

Now we love them that love themselves, them southern belles
Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals muddy tails
We cut gals, no veils, no wedding bells
Trick on cheap hotels, KY and nothin' else

What'cha know about them country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred
Crack Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha about ballin' on a budget bro?
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
the N the A the P P Y