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 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 Western Kentuck', showin'
a funner time, smoke and gunner time
Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark every fuckin'

Uhh, watch how the po' folk ball
Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the 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 perm, fuck a fade
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 and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha know them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac 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 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
Country cat in the hat
I'm to back put the house on that

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

Hummin', Mama cookin' mean 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 book
Nigga that was good love, bathin' in a foot tub
that shit hurt and my jams in that shirt
Atari 26, one stick never

What'cha know them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac hundred spoke?
Crack Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha about ballin' on a budget bro?
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm just on a budget, yeaga
I'm ballin' 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 like ten vines
my rib and my underwear
It's still a brown line, shit

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

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

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

What'cha know about them backwood country
know about the 'Lac 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 on a budget, yeaga
I'm just on a budget, yeaga
the N the A the P P Y