Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I 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 just fuck
Roast up then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those women
I'm the homies, bump 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 fucking
Leave proper size, when the sun go down I come
Cause the go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time

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

[Verse 2: Earl
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, because we buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me
I'm more content dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom on him
With a couple niggas, weighing like it's a lot options
15 on me for and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game tighter boa constricters
stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to 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 black and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac