Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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

(Gucci Mane)
see the feet, on the fleet, white on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, damn that look nasty
damn thing a classic, everybody starin
up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a casket
simple dunk cant me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, 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 dunk flipped, way I got the flipped
it then 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 look like a dump
trunk like a concert, that mean bitch loud as fuck
everything kitted up, that boy
hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, that was
hardwood floors in that bitch like my grandmas house
white on leather my seats remind me of my grandmas couch
trunk having a heart attack, when im doin a
Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
Sunday hang bumpin no real, im 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