Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Getcha

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

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Now let's pray have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm hard
Had to sit and see tha big picture
Probably in the back seat bustin' me a
So how I
Huffin and puffin and cussin' percussion?
Out the field 2,000 yards rushin
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm
girlfriend on the side-line lookin (Wassup, baby?)
It's all a game, but the is the one who maintain
They all know my name i'm the champ
I rock the belt and got some 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
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm strong
Pastor Troy to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)

Gone getcha hype, 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 through in the clutch (In the clutch)
Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up
Them suckers a real low, motherfuck a dutch
I'd rather grab a mic and my nuts
I got it in control, I got it set
Colli Park, bout to hurt a known in the Dec
All over Zone and Zone Four
set that you claim, I got a ho; you know
She ready!
Probably got more than you
She ready!
Hey, there boo, what do
The Pastor, me, there'll be three
Two that there, and one you can't see
It's me, the PT Cruiser
I'm independent, and to do ya
And it's...

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