Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I a few, first ima drop a deuce
Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy 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, starin
pull up in a chevy, put your in a casket
simple dunk cant me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like them rims did a backflip
my rims did a backflip,
dem lips on my rims so big they round and did a front flip
the way I got my flipped, way I got the motor flipped
punch it then the lift, whamming at the light 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 dump
trunk like a concert, that mean that bitch as fuck
kitted up, that boy digital
hundred thousand in the chevy, that was pitiful
floors in that bitch look like my grandmas house
white on white my seats remind me of my grandmas couch
trunk a heart attack, when im doin a summersault
Michael Jackson inches, they doin the moonwalk
Sunday bumpin no real, im bumpin now green
Monday sellin no white, im sellin all green
Yo Gotti im the king, no as I hit the scene
Im watchin (colors), and then I my plasma screen