Luyện nghe bài hát Summer In Florida

whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, watcha packin?
now i bitches widda passion
high model fassion
i stay weeded with the beat
shit when im smashin
put ma rap down, profound ina town
hit the (?mall) the God, now im splurgin now
crack a rhyme, hard in all 5 (?barrels)
its somthin like egypt n the
gimme the keys to ya' city, ima pick the lock
and leave clues fo da cops
fingerprints on tha glock
leave ID on tha
did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, nigga (?)
i love gummybears, sweet n
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 rhyme n a mellody crime, its
ya 4 raps right across ya belly
ya big homy, in vegas lika
its all real, nota macaroni
imagine bullets off ya CHIIN
fo eva off your dirty grin, n den, yeeah

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

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