Luyện nghe bài hát Florida Boy

[Verse 1: Ross]
all this here for a young Florida boy
Where we play and sell dope, man
rims and sticks, seven trays, no tops, ya dig, candy paints, yo
Gold rims, dope, make a wonderful summer
I was a genius, [?] the numbers
Do it for the young still signing the lease
And all the hustlers who got somethin' in with me
If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma
When I learn to represent, I remind 'em of
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 you see your daughter, bet her heart'll melt
Pray for you niggas, if can't do nothin'
you see the bigger picture, look at mama health
Wake up, nigga, up
Let down the top, nigga that's your pay
hot as hell for this Florida boy
Home of young niggas killin' no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young niggas with no remorse

[Chorus:
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 Toys
I got a state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, on

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