Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, on the sofa then
up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went 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 wanna
Roast up coaster then disappear in California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of 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 problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, when the sun go down I come
the guns 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 doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a dream
Went weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so in these Polo jeans?
I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Earl
I a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I inside on the daily
Getting as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy bullshit
As as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that 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 efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a 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 like I owe 'em a
introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older
Been rap game tighter boa constricters
Rolling like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, what you think
Scowl turned and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me

Mac Miller]