Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, ima drop a deuce
Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy forty-two
Call that pick, James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving)
Set my dunk on (Julius Erving) ride through the six George Gervin

(Gucci Mane)
see the feet, on the fleet, cleats on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, damn thing look nasty
damn this a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a
simple dunk catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a
my just did a backflip,
dem lips on my rims so big fucked round and did a front flip
the way I got my flipped, way I got the motor flipped
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light
slammin at the light self, pull up in a white
white guts, white

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(Yo Gotti)
73 chevy, but it look a dump truck
trunk like a concert, mean that bitch loud as fuck
everything kitted up, that boy
hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, was pitiful
hardwood floors in that bitch like my grandmas house
white on white my seats remind me of my grandmas couch
trunk having a heart attack, when im a summersault
Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, doin the moonwalk
hang bumpin no real, im bumpin now green
Monday hang sellin no white, im all green
Yo Gotti im the king, no soon as I hit the
Im (colors), and then I watch my plasma screen