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 pulled up in a Skoda smoked, back to bed
Never thought it would be a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter 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 then in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the might kill them
Via slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, pouring out my nose
tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, when the sun go down I come
Cause the guns go off in the time, cause the guns go off in the summer time

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

[Verse 2: Earl
I blow a spliff before the ink on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending and sedated
I'm five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas overlooked me forever
I'm more content with and stormier weather
Flip the fucking on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to 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 soda and
And the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game tighter than boa
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck you think
Scowl black and the carriers could pick
And my flesh I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac