Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a
Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy forty-two
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, damn that look nasty
damn thing a classic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put your in a casket
simple dunk catch me, im dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like them rims did a backflip
my just 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
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the belt
slammin at the light self, pull up in a white
guts, white 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
everything up, that boy digital
thousand dollars in the chevy, that 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, when im doin a
Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the
Sunday bumpin no real, im bumpin 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 my plasma screen