Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Getcha

Gone getcha hype, getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)

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Now let's pray have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm coming
Had to sit and see tha big picture
Probably in the back seat me a Swisha
So how I
Huffin and and cussin' over percussion?
Out the field 2,000 yards rushin
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm
Gotcha on the side-line lookin (Wassup, baby?)
It's all a game, but the winner is the one who
all know my name i'm the heavyweight champ
I rock the belt and got killers on my camp
drank done got me amp it got me ready to shut the club down
Take it all the way, for a touchdown,
Let's
in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin strong
Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them it's on (Yeah!)

Gone hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8)

Ok, If you came to get buck it up (Throw it up!)
If you came to get throw it up (Throw it up!)
EASTSIDE!!! (Eastside!) WESTSIDE!!! (Westside!)
NORTHSIDE!!! (Northside!) SOUTHSIDE, HO!!! (Southside, ho!)

P.T. baby, I came to get
I'ont get low, ATL stomp
All I do, is come in the clutch (In the clutch)
Kick shit, back Atlanta shit up
suckers took a real low, motherfuck a dutch
I'd grab a mic and grab my nuts
I got it in control, I got it set
From Park, bout to hurt a known in the Dec
All over Three and Zone Four
Every set that you claim, I got a ho; you
She ready!
Probably got more balls you
She ready!
Hey, there boo, what do
The Pastor, after me, there'll be
Two that ain't there, and one you see
It's me, the PT Cruiser
I'm independent, and to do ya
And it's...

Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, (x 8)