Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, on the sofa then
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my 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 fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just fuck
Roast up coaster disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might them
Via sight slipping, long lines of white women
I'm with the homies, bump Crows
Just went the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, the sun go down 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
and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and
All I this mansion and this potpourri
But I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I so handsome in these Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Earl
I blow a before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into
As soon as flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with and stormier weather
Flip the cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy,
Sweaty Man, you had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a 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 like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you
Scowl turned and the carriers could pick
And my when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

Mac Miller]