Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I a few, first ima drop a deuce
Homeboy twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two
Call that pick, 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, damn that look nasty
damn thing a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put your in a casket
simple dunk catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, them rims just did a backflip
my rims did a backflip,
dem on my rims so big they fucked round and did a front flip
the way I got my flipped, way I got the motor flipped
punch it then the lift, whamming at the light belt
slammin at the light self, up in a white dunk
white guts, white

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(Yo Gotti)
73 chevy, but it look a dump truck
trunk a concert, that mean that 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
white on white leather my seats me of my grandmas couch
trunk having a heart attack, when im doin a
Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
Sunday bumpin no real, im bumpin now green
Monday hang sellin no white, im sellin all
Yo Gotti im the king, no soon as I hit the
Im watchin (colors), and I watch my plasma screen