Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just fuck
Roast up coaster then in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might them
Via sight slipping, lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood out my nose
Don't my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
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 summer

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

[Verse 2: Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that 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
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 I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game tighter than boa
Rolling stone like a raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, what you think
Scowl turned black and the could pick
And my flesh I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

Mac Miller]