Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Getcha

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

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Now let's pray lord have mercy, 'em God
Pastor baby, and I'm coming hard
Had to sit and see tha big picture
Probably in the seat bustin' me a Swisha
So how I
Huffin and puffin and cussin' over
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 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 good, I'm lookin strong
Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell hoes it's on (Yeah!)

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

Ok, If you came to get throw 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 came to get
I'ont get low, ATL stomp
All I do, is come in the clutch (In the clutch)
Kick shit, back Atlanta shit up
Them suckers took a low, motherfuck a dutch
I'd grab a mic and grab my nuts
I got it in control, I got it set
From Colli Park, bout to hurt a in the Dec
All over Zone Three and Zone
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, after me, be three
Two that there, and one you can't see
It's 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)