Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

Country cookin', dog fightin', big body
Chillin' like a mug in Kentuck', showin' love
Summertime a time, smoke and gunner time
Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark fuckin' time

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

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

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

Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my
Mud on my shoes and my socks
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, a smoke somethin', run up on a pound
somethin', gut a Vega tryin' a stuff it with a ounce

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

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

What'cha about them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred
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 all I did was run barefoot
Ne'er comb my hair good
My hairline grew like ten pound
my rib and my underwear
It's still a thin brown line,

Chores did and Ma work out on the clothin'
Cool as shit, country boys out on the
views, picnic, big ticks covered the place
Folks visit and make it apparent to 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 hair and you get no

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

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