Luyện nghe bài hát Florida Boy

[Verse 1: Ross]
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
Gold rims, good dope, make a summer
I was a genius, [?] the numbers
Do it for the young fathers still signing the
And all the hustlers who got in common with me
If I got the keys, then it's a car keep
When I learn to represent, I remind 'em of
Shootouts in Miami, can't 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 the corner with a couple drops
Get money, let's do [?] sales
Life a test and day we got so much to fail
Told you the world was yours, now you in a
Center of attention, now you by
Always did the shopping, now you're on the
Next time you see your daughter, bet her melt
Pray for you niggas, if can't do else
Pray you see the bigger picture, look at mama
up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga that's pay stub
hot as hell for this Florida boy
Home of niggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young killin' with no remorse

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

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