Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big bang baller on a
Dank weed, smokin' 'fuck it'
City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight Kentucky
Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', closs for the lucky
40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's

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

Uhh, okay watch how the po' ball
Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the Girbaud
No pager, no cellphone, no at all
a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol

My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots
"You perm, fuck a fade
Let my hair back and forth like a germ
I'll nigga with sick shit, out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby Mama drama, child court and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha about them backwood country folk?
What'cha know the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha know about ballin' on a bro?
I'm just ballin' on a budget,
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 shoes and my
Hungry Jack, 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, gran in the throwin' down
Eat good, tryin' a smoke somethin', run up on a
Roll somethin', gut a tryin' a stuff it with a ounce

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

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

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

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

did and Ma work out on the clothin' line
Cool as shit, country boys out on the
River views, picnic, big covered the place
visit and make it apparent to come back again

Look here, see I 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 them gals 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 gels and nothin'

know about them backwood country 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