Luyện nghe bài hát Florida Boy

[Verse 1: Ross]
It's all this for a young Florida boy
Where we play football and dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, trays, no tops, ya dig, candy paints, yo
Gold rims, 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 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, can't spend no time on the
Do or die, hit a blunt, I got a ki
Brought her to Florida, she fell in with lobster
Then I the corner with a couple drops
Get your money, let's do [?]
Life a and every day we got so much to fail
you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by
did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you see your daughter, bet her heart'll
Pray for you niggas, if do nothin' else
Pray you see the bigger picture, look at health
Wake up, nigga, up
Let down the top, that's your pay stub
hot as hell for this Florida boy
Home of niggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young niggas with no remorse

[Chorus:
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Boy
73s to AMGs, now we rollin', boys
And my raised me, [?] paid me
I all of them cases, I'm old
Bitch, I'm a boy
Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Toys
I got a Florida of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my shine now, they on

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