Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the then
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a soldier
So bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up coaster disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights 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, blood 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 guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the time

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

[Verse 2: Earl
I blow a spliff before the ink on the paper
And lately, I like 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 don't buy into
As soon as it's flashing lights it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be
But here's a toast to your efforts, and approach me with nothing
That 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 like it's a lot
15 on me for soda and
And the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older
Been rap game tighter than boa
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going as
my fucking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, what you think
Scowl turned black and the carriers could
And my when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

Mac Miller]