Luyện nghe bài hát Florida Boy

[Verse 1: Rick
It's all this here for a Florida boy
Where we football and sell dope, man
Gold and sticks, seven trays, no tops, ya dig, candy paints, yo
rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius, [?] the
Do it for the young still signing the lease
And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common me
If I got the keys, then it's a car keep
When I to represent, I remind 'em of Meech
in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach
Do or die, hit a blunt, I got a ki
her to Florida, she fell in love with lobster
Then I bent the with a couple drops
Get your money, do [?] sales
Life a test and every day we got so much to
Told you the was yours, now you in a cell
of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the
Next time you see your daughter, bet her melt
for you niggas, if can't do nothin' else
Pray you see the bigger picture, at mama health
Wake up, nigga, up
Let down the top, that's your pay stub
It's hot as hell for Florida boy
Home of young niggas killin' no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young niggas killin' with no

T-Pain]
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin',
And my mama me, [?] paid me
I beat all of cases, I'm old
Bitch, I'm a boy
Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of now, I be on my grind now
Let my shine now, they on

2: Rick Ross]
I been a student, my mind was polluted
Project nigga, I could smell all the raw sewage
myself,