Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

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

Uhh, watch how the po' folk ball
Stomp through to 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 back and forth like a
nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha know about them backwood folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac 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 just ballin' on a budget,
I'm just 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 shoes and my
Hungry Jack, prefer to stuff some food in my gut
cat in the cowboy hat
I'm to back put the house on that

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

Hummin', Mama cookin' mean it's Sunday mo'nin
Half a of bootleg gin, it keep 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, summertime bathin' in a tub
Damn that shit hurt and my jams in that
Atari 26, one stick never

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

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

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

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

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