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
up from the coma pulled 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 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
up coaster then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights kill them
Via sight slipping, long of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting
Just through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a problem, I'm fucking high
proper size, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time

[Hook: Mac
This another motherfucking rap
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last
all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in 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 like shit, I been inside on the
Getting wasted as the time 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 lights then it's 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 on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to 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 dollar 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 bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game than boa constricters
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck you think
Scowl turned and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em me adrift

[Hook: Mac