Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them I want a few, first ima drop a deuce
Homeboy twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two
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 me, damn that thing look nasty
damn this a classic, everybody starin
up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a casket
simple dunk cant catch me, im dammit backwards
candy painted sixes, like them 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 motor
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light
slammin at the light self, pull up in a white
white guts, 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, boy digital
hundred dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful
hardwood floors in that bitch look like my house
white on white my seats remind me of my grandmas couch
trunk having a attack, when im doin a summersault
Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
Sunday bumpin no real, im bumpin now green
Monday hang 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