Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up from the coma up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my that I fucking own her
My neighbor's just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up coaster disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting
Just went the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, when the sun go down I come
Cause the go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time

[Hook: Mac
This another motherfucking rap
and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken
from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these jeans?
I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the
Getting wasted as the that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then kush to hide in the bushes
I do this out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be
But here's a to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy,
Sweaty Man, you best had bet bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for and swishers
And the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older
Been rap game than boa constricters
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home to total strangers
No in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, what you think
Scowl turned black and the carriers could
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me

Mac Miller]