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
Never thought it would be a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a soldier
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I wanna fuck
Roast up then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might them
Via sight slipping, long of those white women
I'm with the homies, Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm high
Leave proper size, when the sun go I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer

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

2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the
Getting as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into
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 that overlooked me
I'm more content with and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we to be better
But here's a to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom 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 colon
I'm over bitches to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who 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 in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, what you think
Scowl turned black and the carriers could
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me

[Hook: Mac