Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Getcha

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

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Now let's lord have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor baby, and I'm coming hard
Had to sit back and see tha big
Probably in the back bustin' me a Swisha
So how I
and puffin and cussin' over percussion?
Out the back field 2,000 yards
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm
Gotcha girlfriend on the lookin (Wassup, baby?)
all a game, but the winner is the one who maintain
They all know my i'm the heavyweight champ
I rock the belt and got killers on my camp
This drank got me amp it got me ready to shut the club down
Take it all the way, for a touchdown,
clown
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin
Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, them hoes it's on (Yeah!)

Gone getcha hype, gone 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 to get crunk
I'ont get low, I'ont ATL
All I do, is through in the clutch (In the clutch)
Kick Atlanta shit, Atlanta shit up
suckers took a real low, motherfuck a dutch
I'd rather grab a mic and grab my
I got it in control, I got it set
From Colli Park, bout to a known in the Dec
All over Three 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, they do
The Pastor, me, there'll be three
Two ain't there, and one you can't see
just 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)