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 coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went to bed
Never thought it 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 just wanna
up coaster then 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, Counting Crows
went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking
Leave size, when 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
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't long
all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and
All I got's this mansion and potpourri
But don't I look so in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo

[Verse 2: Earl
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the
And lately, I don't like shit, I inside on the daily
Getting as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the
I do this shit out of spite there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with
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, weighing sess like it's a lot
15 on me for soda and
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon
I'm over bitches to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older
Been rap game tighter than boa
Rolling like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total
No in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you
turned black and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me

[Hook: Mac