Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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

(Gucci Mane)
see the feet, on the fleet, cleats on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, that thing look nasty
damn thing a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put cutlass in a casket
dunk cant catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like them 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
punch it then the front lift, 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 bitch loud as fuck
everything kitted up, that boy
hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, was pitiful
hardwood floors in that look like my grandmas house
white on white leather my seats remind me of my couch
trunk having a heart attack, im doin a summersault
Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
Sunday hang no real, im bumpin now green
Monday sellin no white, im sellin all green
Yo Gotti im the king, no soon as I hit the
Im watchin (colors), and then I watch my plasma