Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them I want a few, first ima drop a deuce
want twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two
Call that pick, 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 thing look
damn this thing a classic, starin
pull up in a chevy, put your in a casket
simple dunk cant catch me, im twisted backwards
painted sixes, like 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
it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt
slammin at the light self, pull up in a white
white guts, rims

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