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

getcha 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 buck 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, ATL stomp
All I do, is come through in the (In the clutch)
Kick Atlanta shit, back Atlanta up
Them suckers took a real low, a dutch
I'd grab a mic and grab 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
Every set you claim, I got a ho; you know
She ready!
Probably got balls than you
She ready!
Hey, there boo, they do
The Pastor, after me, there'll be
Two ain't 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 getcha buck, (x 8)