Luyện nghe bài hát Florida Boy

[Verse 1: Ross]
It's all this here for a young boy
Where we football and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, seven trays, no tops, ya dig, paints, yo
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful
I was a genius, [?] the numbers
Do it for the young fathers still the lease
And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common me
If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma
When I to represent, I remind 'em of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, can't no time on the beach
Do or die, hit a blunt, I got a ki
Brought her to Florida, she fell in with lobster
Then I bent the corner with a drops
Get your money, let's do [?]
Life a test and every day we got so much to
Told you the world was yours, now you in a
of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now on the shelf
time you see your daughter, bet her heart'll 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 your pay
It's hot as hell for Florida boy
Home of niggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse
of young niggas killin' with no remorse

[Chorus:
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Boy
73s to AMGs, now we rollin', boys
And my mama raised me, [?] me
I all of them 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

[Verse 2: Ross]
I could've a student, my mind was polluted
Project unit nigga, I could all the raw sewage
myself,