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 pulled up in a 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 got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those 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 drug problem, I'm high
Leave proper size, 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
This another motherfucking rap
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't long
Spent all my cash on a broken
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and
All I got's mansion and this potpourri
But I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I so handsome in these Polo jeans?

2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink 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 then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot
15 on me for soda and
And the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older
Been rap tighter than boa constricters
Rolling 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 my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you
Scowl turned black and the could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em me adrift

Mac Miller]