Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks when I go nuts, I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up from the coma up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, 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 might kill them
Via sight slipping, lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting
Just went through the ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm high
Leave size, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the time, cause the guns go off in the summer time

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

[Verse 2: Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the
And lately, I don't like shit, I been on the daily
Getting wasted as the 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 lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm content with dark 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 me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy,
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon
I'm over trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game tighter than boa
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you
Scowl black and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em me adrift

Mac Miller]