Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, first ima 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) 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 your in a casket
simple dunk cant 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 and did a front flip
the way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the flipped
punch it then the front lift, 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 like a dump truck
trunk like a concert, that that bitch loud as fuck
kitted up, that boy digital
hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, was pitiful
hardwood floors in that bitch look my grandmas house
white on white my seats remind me of my grandmas couch
trunk a heart attack, when im doin a summersault
Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the
Sunday hang bumpin no real, im bumpin now
hang sellin no white, im sellin all green
Yo Gotti im the king, no as I hit the scene
Im watchin (colors), and then I watch my plasma