Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, ima drop a deuce
Homeboy twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two
that 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, white on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, damn that thing nasty
this thing a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put cutlass in a casket
simple cant catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy sixes, like them rims just did a backflip
my rims did a backflip,
dem lips on my rims so big they fucked and did a front flip
the way I got my flipped, way I got the motor flipped
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the belt
at the light self, pull up in a white dunk
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
kitted up, that boy digital
hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, was pitiful
hardwood floors in bitch look like my grandmas house
white on white leather my seats remind me of my grandmas
trunk having a heart attack, im doin a summersault
Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
Sunday hang bumpin no real, im bumpin now
Monday hang no white, im sellin all green
Yo Gotti im the king, no soon as I hit the
Im watchin (colors), and I watch my plasma screen