Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

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

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

My hooptie, with a down crew Boots said
"You don't perm, fuck a
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, support court and ain't worth the biscuit"

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

Pull up, dead on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my
Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff some food in my gut
Country cat in the hat
I'm front to put the house 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
Roll somethin', gut a Vega a stuff it with a ounce

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

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

What'cha know about them country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac 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 ballin' 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 grew like ten vines
'Tween my rib and my
still a thin brown line, shit

Chores did and Ma out on the clothin' line
Cool as shit, country out on the grind
River views, picnic, big ticks covered the
Folks visit and it apparent 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 that love themselves, them southern belles
Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy tails
We cut them gals, no veils, no bells
Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin'

What'cha know about them country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac 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 just ballin' on a budget,
the N the A the P P Y