Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Getcha

Gone hype, gone 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
and puffin and cussin' over percussion?
Out the back field 2,000 rushin
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 my name i'm the heavyweight 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
in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin strong
Pastor Troy to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)

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

Ok, If you to get buck throw 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
get low, I'ont ATL stomp
All I do, is come in the clutch (In the clutch)
Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up
Them suckers took a real low, motherfuck a
I'd rather grab a mic and grab my
I got it in control, I got it set
From Colli Park, bout to hurt a in the Dec
All over Zone Three and 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 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...

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