Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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

(Gucci Mane)
see the feet, on the fleet, cleats on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, that thing look nasty
damn thing a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put your in a casket
dunk cant catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like them just 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 dunk flipped, way I got the flipped
punch it then the front lift, at the light belt
slammin at the light self, pull up in a dunk
guts, white rims

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