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, straight from Kentucky
Horseshoes and rabbit flossin', chicken closs for the lucky
40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they the tailpipe's rusted

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

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 of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol

My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots
"You don't perm, 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 court and worth the biscuit"

know about them 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 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 on the hood 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 to back put the house on that

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

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

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

What'cha about them backwood country folk?
know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no
What'cha about 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 like ten pound vines
my rib and my underwear
It's still a thin brown line,

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

Look here, see I smoke 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 love themselves, them southern
Them Clydesdale gals with muddy tails
We cut them gals, no veils, no bells
Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin'

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