Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, first ima a deuce
Homeboy twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two
Call that pick, that James Worthin, six, (Julius Erving)
Set my on (Julius Erving) ride through the six like 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 thing a classic, everybody
pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a
dunk cant catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a
my just did a backflip,
dem on my rims so big they fucked round and did a front flip
the way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the flipped
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the belt
at the light self, pull up in a white dunk
white guts, white

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