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 pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my that I fucking 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 wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then disappear in California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill
Via slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting
Just went through the ounce of coke, blood 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 alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer

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

[Verse 2: Earl
I a spliff before 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 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 cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with
isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you had bet your bottom dollar on him
a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and
And the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to who could show 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 love in my heart for coppers, blood from my 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, tell 'em bury me

[Hook: Mac