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', chicken for the lucky
40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's

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

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

My hooptie, with a crew like Boots said
"You don't perm, fuck a
Let my hair swing back and forth like a
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 country
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha know ballin' on a budget bro?
I'm just ballin' on a budget,
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm just ballin' on a budget,
the N the A the P P Y

Pull up, horns on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my and my socks
Hungry Jack, prefer to stuff some food in my gut
cat in the cowboy hat
I'm front to back put the house on

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

Hummin', Mama cookin' that mean Sunday 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, bathin' in a foot tub
Damn that shit hurt and my in that shirt
26, one stick never worked

What'cha know about them country folk?
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no
What'cha know about ballin' on a budget
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

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

Chores did and Ma out on the clothin' line
Cool as shit, boys out on the grind
River views, picnic, big covered the place
Folks visit and 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 love them gals love themselves, them southern belles
Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals muddy tails
We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding
Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and else

know about them backwood country folk?
What'cha know about the bone hundred spoke?
Crack 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 on a budget, yeaga
the N the A the P P Y