Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

Country cookin', dog fightin', big ridin'
Chillin' a mug in Western Kentuck', showin' love
Summertime a funner time, and gunner time
Sippin' and somethin' dark every fuckin' time

Uhh, okay watch how the po' ball
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, with a down crew like said
"You don't perm, a fade
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 court and ain't worth the biscuit"

know about them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 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

Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my
Kentucky Mud on my and my socks
Hungry Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff food in my gut
Country cat in the hat
I'm front to back put the house on

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

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

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

What'cha know 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 ballin' 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

Comin' up in the woods all I did was run
Ne'er comb my hair 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 clothin'
Cool as shit, country boys out on the
views, picnic, big ticks covered the place
Folks visit and it apparent to come back again

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

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

What'cha know about them country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone 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 ballin' on a budget, yeaga
the N the A the P P Y