Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up from the pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I my bitch that I fucking own her
My daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then in Southern California
out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting
Just went through the half of coke, blood pouring out my nose
tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, when the sun go I come alive
the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time

[Hook: Mac
This motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous last long
Spent all my cash on a dream
Went from weed and to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this
But don't I look so handsome in these jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in Polo jeans?

2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time 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 it's kush to hide in the
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be
But here's a toast to your efforts, and approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm to choking a pussy, pussy
Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot
15 on me for and swishers
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 who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older
Been rap game than boa constricters
Rolling stone like a raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the
out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
Scowl turned black and the could pick
And my flesh when I rest, 'em bury me adrift

Mac Miller]