Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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

(Gucci Mane)
see the feet, on the fleet, white on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, damn that thing look
damn this a classic, everybody starin
up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a casket
simple dunk catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like rims just did a backflip
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 the front lift, whamming at the light belt
slammin at the light self, up in a white dunk
white guts, rims

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(Yo Gotti)
73 chevy, but it look a dump truck
trunk like a concert, that mean bitch loud as fuck
kitted up, that boy digital
hundred dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful
hardwood floors in that bitch look my grandmas house
on white 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 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 watchin (colors), and I watch my plasma screen