Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce
want twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two
Call that pick, that James Worthin, 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 attack me, damn that thing look nasty
damn this a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put cutlass in a casket
simple 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 flip
the way I got my flipped, way I got the motor flipped
it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt
slammin at the self, pull 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
everything kitted up, that boy
hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, was pitiful
hardwood floors in bitch look like my grandmas house
white on white leather my remind me of my grandmas couch
having a heart attack, when im doin a summersault
Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they 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 then I watch my plasma