Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big baller on a budget
weed, smokin' like 'fuck it'
City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from
and rabbit paws 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', love
Summertime a funner time, and gunner time
Sippin' Sprite and somethin' every fuckin' time

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

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

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

Pull up, dead horns on the of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my and my socks
Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff some food in my gut
Country cat in the 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 Vega tryin' a it with a ounce

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

Aww man, we go back, like sweet 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

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

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

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

Look here, see I smoke like a and I drink like a fish
That's it, Ecstasy just on my list
No comb, no brush, no fade, no
No shit, no hair and you get no

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

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