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 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 puffin and cussin' over
Out the field 2,000 yards rushin
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, spinnin, I'm
Gotcha girlfriend on the side-line (Wassup, baby?)
all a game, but the winner is the one who maintain
They all know my name i'm the champ
I rock the belt and got some on my camp
This drank done got me amp it got me ready to shut the down
it all the way, for a mothafuckin touchdown,
Let's
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm strong
Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)

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

Ok, If you came to get buck it up (Throw it up!)
If you came to get buck 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, I'ont ATL
All I do, is come in the clutch (In the clutch)
Kick 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 Three and Zone Four
Every set you claim, I got a ho; you know
She ready!
got more balls than you
She ready!
Hey, boo, what they do
The Pastor, me, there'll be three
Two ain't there, and one you can't see
It's just me, the PT
I'm independent, and to do ya
And it's...

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