Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin' On A Budget

I'm just a big bang on a budget
Dank weed, smokin' like it'
City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from
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, smoke and gunner
Sprite and somethin' dark every fuckin' time

Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk
Stomp to mall 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 like Boots
"You perm, fuck a fade
Let my swing back and forth like a germ
I'll nigga sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby Mama drama, child court and ain't worth the biscuit"

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

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

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

Hummin', Mama cookin' mean it's Sunday mo'nin
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, like sweet pickle book
Nigga that was good love, summertime bathin' in a tub
Damn that shit hurt and my jams in shirt
Atari 26, one never worked

What'cha know about them country folk?
What'cha know about the bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Corn, no fade, no comb
What'cha know ballin' on a budget bro?
I'm just on a budget, yeaga
I'm ballin' on a budget, yeaga
I'm just ballin' on a budget,
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 grew like ten pound vines
'Tween my rib and my
It's still a thin line, shit

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

Look here, see I smoke like a fire and I drink like a
That's it, Ecstasy ain't 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
Them Kentucky gals with muddy tails
We cut gals, no veils, no wedding bells
Trick on hotels, KY gels and nothin' else

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