Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce
Homeboy 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 paper attack me, that thing look nasty
damn this thing a classic, starin
pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a
simple dunk cant catch me, im dammit backwards
candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a
my rims did a backflip,
dem lips on my so big they fucked round and did a front flip
the way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the motor
it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt
slammin at the light self, pull up in a dunk
white guts, rims

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