Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big bang on a budget
Dank weed, smokin' like it'
slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky
Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken 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', love
Summertime a funner time, and gunner time
Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark every time

Uhh, watch how the po' folk ball
through 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 perm, fuck a fade
Let my hair swing and forth like a germ
I'll nigga sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby Mama drama, child court and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha know about them backwood country
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred
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

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

Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked 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 Sunday
Half a pint of bootleg gin, it my goin'
Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad
Cigars and bags, man we stay right

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

What'cha know about backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone spoke?
Crack Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha know about ballin' on a 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
could comb my hair good
My hairline grew like ten vines
my rib and my underwear
It's still a thin brown line,

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

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

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

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