Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

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

Uhh, okay how the po' folk ball
Stomp to mall 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 don't perm, fuck a
Let my hair swing and forth like a germ
I'll nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this chick
Baby drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha about them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone spoke?
Crack 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

Pull up, dead on the hood of my truck
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 on that

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

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

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

What'cha know about backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone 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 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 my hair good
My hairline like ten pound vines
'Tween my rib and my
It's still a thin brown line,

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

Look here, see I smoke like a fire and I drink like a
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 gals that love themselves, them southern 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 about them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
know about ballin' 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