Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks when I go nuts, 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 a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking 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 got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up then disappear in Southern California
out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, 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 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 time

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

[Verse 2: Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the
And lately, I like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that me forever
I'm more with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we 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 couple niggas, weighing like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a
Rather introduce these to Vince who could show 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 fucking location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my on the sink
out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
Scowl turned black and the carriers could
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em me adrift

Mac Miller]