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 Skoda smoked, went to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I own her
My neighbor's just got a dog, I'ma 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 Southern
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody the lights might kill them
Via slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went the half 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 I come alive
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 doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken
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?
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 don't like shit, I been inside on the
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content dark and stormier weather
Flip the cross on your rosary, we supposed 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 the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older
Been rap game than boa constricters
stone like a Boulder 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, fuck what you
Scowl turned and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, 'em bury me adrift

Mac Miller]