Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks 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 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 just fuck
Roast up coaster then disappear in Southern
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might them
Via sight slipping, long lines of white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting
Just went through the half of coke, blood pouring out my nose
tell my mom I got a drug 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 famous doesn't long
all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and
All I got's mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in Polo jeans?
Don't I look so in these Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Earl
I blow a spliff before the ink on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy bullshit
As soon as it's lights then it's kush to hide 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 on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy,
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom on him
With a niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon
I'm bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so and going dumb as
my fucking home location to total strangers
No in my heart for coppers, blood 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 I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac