Luyện nghe bài hát Florida Boy

[Verse 1: Rick
It's all this here for a young boy
Where we play football and dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, trays, no tops, ya dig, candy paints, yo
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful
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, it's a car I'ma keep
I learn to represent, I remind 'em of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, spend no time on the beach
Do or die, hit a blunt, I got a ki
Brought her to Florida, she fell in love with
Then I bent the corner with a drops
Get your money, do [?] sales
a test and every day we got so much to fail
Told you the was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by
Always did the shopping, now you're on the
Next you see your daughter, bet her heart'll melt
Pray for you niggas, if do nothin' else
Pray you see the bigger picture, at mama health
up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga 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 with no remorse

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

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