Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big bang on a budget
Dank weed, smokin' like it'
slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky
Horseshoes and rabbit flossin', chicken closs for the lucky
40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the rusted

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

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

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

What'cha know about them backwood folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred
Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no
know about ballin' on a budget bro?
I'm just ballin' on a budget,
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 hood of my
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my
Hungry Jack, prefer to stuff some food in my gut
cat in the cowboy hat
I'm front to put the house on that

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

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

Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle clubs
Nigga that was good love, bathin' in a foot tub
Damn shit hurt and my jams in that shirt
Atari 26, one stick worked

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

Comin' up in the woods all I did was run
Ne'er could comb my good
My hairline grew 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, boys out on the grind
River views, picnic, big ticks covered the
Folks visit and it apparent to come back again

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

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

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 ballin' on a bro?
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm just on a budget, yeaga
the N the A the P P Y