Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

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

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

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

My hooptie, with a down like Boots said
"You don't perm, a fade
Let my hair swing back and forth like a
I'll nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in 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 hundred spoke?
Jimmy 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

Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my
Hungry Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff food in my gut
Country cat in the hat
I'm front to back put the house on

Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked ham
wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin' down
Eat good, tryin' a smoke somethin', run up on a
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 keep my
Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad
Cigars and happy bags, man we 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
Atari 26, one stick never

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 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 my hair good
My hairline grew like ten vines
'Tween my rib and my
still a thin brown line, shit

Chores did and Ma work out on the line
Cool as shit, boys out on the grind
River views, picnic, big ticks covered the
Folks visit and make it apparent to back again

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

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

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