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 pulled up in a smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I my bitch 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 fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then disappear in California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill
Via sight slipping, lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting
Just went through the half 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
Cause the go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time

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

[Verse 2: Sweatshirt]
I a spliff before 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 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 with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be
But a toast 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 dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess 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 to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game tighter boa constricters
stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my home 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
turned black and the carriers could pick
And my when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

Mac Miller]