Luyện nghe bài hát Polo Jeans

[Verse 1: Mac
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa
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 daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a soldier
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just fuck
Roast up coaster then in Southern California
out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of white women
I'm with the homies, bump Crows
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, the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, the guns go off in the summer time

[Hook: Mac
This another motherfucking rap
Broke and crazy, rich and doesn't last long
all my cash on a broken dream
Went from and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's mansion and this potpourri
But don't I so handsome in these 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 don't like shit, I been on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into
As soon as flashing 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 with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet 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 to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the initials
Been rap game than boa constricters
Rolling stone 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 lungs on the
out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
Scowl turned and the carriers could pick
And my flesh I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac