Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big bang on a budget
weed, smokin' 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' 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' folk
Stomp to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud
No pager, no cellphone, no at all
a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol

My hooptie, with a down like Boots said
"You perm, fuck a fade
Let my hair swing back and forth a germ
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 them backwood folk?
What'cha about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Crack Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha 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

Pull up, dead horns on the of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my
Hungry Jack, tryin' to stuff some food in my gut
Country cat in the hat
I'm front to back put the on that

Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and 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' that mean it's Sunday
a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin'
Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad
Cigars and happy bags, man we stay

Aww man, we go back, like pickle book clubs
Nigga was good love, summertime bathin' in a foot tub
Damn that shit hurt and my in that shirt
Atari 26, one stick worked

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

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

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

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

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

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