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 pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
thought it would 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 bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up then disappear in Southern 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, 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 size, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer

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

[Verse 2: Earl
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the
And lately, I don't shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending 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 out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm content with dark and stormier weather
the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy,
Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing like 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 bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going as
Disclosing my home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the
out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
Scowl turned and the carriers could pick
And my flesh I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac