Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up from the coma up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
thought it would be such a loner, I tell 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 love for Sosa, I wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then disappear in Southern
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of white women
I'm the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through the ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the go off in the summer time

[Hook: Mac
This another motherfucking rap
Broke and crazy, and famous doesn't 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 so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Earl
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 that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that me forever
I'm more content 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
isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like a lot options
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 to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game than boa constricters
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, from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck you think
Scowl turned black and the could pick
And my when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac