Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big bang on a budget
Dank weed, smokin' 'fuck it'
City slicker, country nigga, straight from Kentucky
Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the
40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the 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 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 crew Boots said
"You perm, fuck a fade
Let my hair swing back and forth a germ
I'll nigga with sick shit, pull out and stick it in this thick chick
Baby Mama drama, child support and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha know about them backwood country
What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred
Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no
What'cha know ballin' on a budget bro?
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm just ballin' on a budget,
I'm ballin' 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 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

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

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

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

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

Comin' up in the woods all I did was run
Ne'er could 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 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 like a fire and I like a fish
That's it, Ecstasy just ain't on my
No comb, no brush, no fade, no
No shit, no hair and you get no

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

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