Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a
Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy forty-two
Call pick, that 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, white on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, damn thing look nasty
damn this thing a classic, everybody
pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a
simple dunk cant me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like rims just 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 dunk flipped, way I got the flipped
punch it the front lift, whamming at the light belt
at the light self, pull up in a white dunk
white guts, rims

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