Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Getcha

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

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Now let's pray lord mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm hard
Had to sit back and see tha big
Probably in the back seat bustin' me a
So how I
Huffin and puffin and 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?)
It's all a game, but the winner is the one who
They all know my i'm the heavyweight champ
I rock the and got some killers on my camp
This drank done got me amp it got me to shut the club down
it all the way, for a mothafuckin touchdown,
Let's
Dancin in the endzone, I'm good, I'm lookin strong
Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them it's on (Yeah!)

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

Ok, If you came to get buck it up (Throw it up!)
If you to get buck 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 through in the (In the clutch)
Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up
Them suckers took a low, motherfuck a dutch
I'd rather grab a mic and my nuts
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
Every set you claim, I got a ho; you know
She ready!
Probably got more balls you
She ready!
Hey, boo, what they do
The Pastor, after me, be three
Two that ain't there, and one you see
just me, the PT Cruiser
I'm independent, and to do ya
And it's...

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