Luyện nghe bài hát Summer In Florida

whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, nigga watcha
now i hate bitches passion
high model street
i weeded with the beat bashin
talkin shit when im
put ma rap down, profound ina town
hit the (?mall) the God, now im splurgin now
crack a rhyme, crimes in all 5 (?barrels)
its like egypt n the pharo's
gimme the to ya' city, ima still pick the lock
and leave clues fo da cops
leave on tha glock
leave ID on tha
did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, (?) towers
i gummybears, sweet n sour
dawg its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge,
toe adidas n airforce ones, bitch
smellin so cute in ma sean jean suit
filmoe street, nigga bus' duce
its da fellony n a mellody crime, its heavy
ya cetch 4 right across ya belly
ya big homy, in vegas coleeonie
its all real, nota macaroni
imagine bouncin off ya CHIIN
fo eva fuckin off your dirty grin, n den,

1984, i was on da dat was about ta soar
i was jus 14, ta go down n see ma family
jus when the was about ta land, i saw dat ma cusin was da man
he gave me da formula, dat was ma in Florida

in 1984, i was on da plane dat was ta soar
i was jus 14, about ta go down n see ma
jus da plane was about ta land, i saw dat ma cusin was da man
he me da formula, dat was ma summer in Florida