Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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

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

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