Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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

(Gucci Mane)
see the feet, on the fleet, cleats on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, damn that look nasty
this thing a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put cutlass in a casket
dunk cant catch 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 fucked round and did a front
the way I got my flipped, way I got the motor flipped
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light
slammin at the light self, up in a white 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 up, that boy digital
hundred dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful
hardwood floors in bitch look like my grandmas house
white on white leather my seats remind me of my grandmas
trunk having a heart attack, when im a summersault
Michael twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
hang bumpin no real, im bumpin 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 I watch my plasma screen