Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, first ima 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) ride through the six like George

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

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