Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

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

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

My hooptie, a down crew like Boots said
"You don't perm, fuck a
Let my swing back 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 them backwood country folk?
What'cha about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no
What'cha know about 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

Pull up, horns on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my and my socks
Hungry Jack, prefer to stuff some food in my gut
cat in the cowboy 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 smoke somethin', run up on a
Roll somethin', gut a Vega a stuff it with a ounce

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

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

What'cha know them backwood country folk?
What'cha know the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha know about ballin' on a budget
I'm just 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 all I did was run barefoot
Ne'er could comb my good
My hairline like ten pound vines
'Tween my rib and my
still a thin brown line, shit

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

Look here, see I like 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 love gals that love themselves, them southern belles
Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy
We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding
Trick on cheap hotels, KY and nothin' else

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