Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

Country cookin', dog fightin', big ridin'
Chillin' like a mug in Kentuck', showin' love
Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner
Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark fuckin' time

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

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

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

Pull up, horns on the hood of my truck
Mud on my shoes and my socks
Hungry Jack, prefer tryin' to some food in my gut
cat in the cowboy hat
I'm to back put the house on that

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

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

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

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

Comin' up in the woods all I did was run
could comb my hair good
My hairline grew like ten vines
'Tween my rib and my
It's still a thin brown line,

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

Look here, see I smoke a fire and I drink like a fish
That's it, just ain't on my list
No comb, no brush, no fade, no
No shit, no and you get no dick

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

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