Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

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

Uhh, okay watch how the po' ball
Stomp 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 Boots said
"You perm, fuck a fade
Let my hair swing back and forth like a
nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby Mama drama, child support court and ain't the biscuit"

know about them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone spoke?
Crack Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha know about ballin' on a 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

Pull up, dead horns on the of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my
Hungry Jack, tryin' to stuff some food in my gut
cat in the cowboy hat
I'm front to back put the house on

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

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

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

What'cha know about backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
know about 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

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

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

Look here, see I smoke a fire and I drink like a fish
That's it, Ecstasy just 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
Them Clydesdale gals with muddy tails
We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding
Trick on hotels, KY gels and nothin' else

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