Luyện nghe bài hát Florida Boy

[Verse 1: Rick
It's all this here for a young boy
we play football and sell dope, man
Gold and sticks, seven 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 still signing the lease
And all the who got somethin' in common with me
If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma
I learn to represent, I remind 'em of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no 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 your money, do [?] sales
Life a test and 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 time you see daughter, bet her heart'll melt
for you niggas, if can't do nothin' else
Pray you see the picture, look at mama health
Wake up, nigga, up
Let down the top, nigga that's pay stub
It's hot as for this Florida boy
Home of young niggas with no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young killin' with no remorse

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

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