Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

Country cookin', dog fightin', big ridin'
Chillin' like a mug in Western Kentuck', love
a funner time, smoke and gunner time
Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark every time

Uhh, okay watch how the po' ball
through 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 crew like Boots said
"You perm, fuck a fade
Let my hair back and forth like a germ
I'll nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this chick
Baby Mama drama, child support and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha about them backwood country folk?
What'cha about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
know about 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, horns on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my
Hungry Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff food in my gut
cat in the cowboy hat
I'm front to back put the on that

yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham
Chicken wings, cornbread, in the kitchen throwin' down
Eat good, tryin' a somethin', run up on a pound
somethin', gut a Vega tryin' a stuff 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 happy bags, man we stay

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

What'cha know about them backwood folk?
What'cha know about the bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no
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

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

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

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

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

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