Luyện nghe bài hát Julius Erving

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You got them birds I want a few, ima drop a deuce
want twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two
Call pick, that James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving)
Set my on (Julius Erving) ride 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 look nasty
damn this thing a classic, everybody
pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a
simple dunk cant catch me, im dammit twisted
candy painted sixes, like them just did a backflip
my rims 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 motor
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light
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, that boy
hundred thousand in the chevy, that was pitiful
hardwood floors in that bitch look like my grandmas
white on white leather my seats remind me of my grandmas
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 my plasma screen