Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Getcha

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

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Now let's pray lord have mercy, 'em God
Troy baby, and I'm coming hard
Had to sit back and see tha big
in the back seat bustin' me a Swisha
So how I
and puffin and cussin' over percussion?
Out the back 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 heavyweight
I rock the and got some killers on my camp
This done got me amp it got me ready 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 to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)

Gone 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 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, I'ont ATL
All I do, is through in the clutch (In the clutch)
Atlanta shit, back Atlanta shit up
Them suckers took a low, motherfuck a dutch
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
Every set you claim, I got a ho; you know
She ready!
Probably got balls than you
She ready!
Hey, there boo, what do
The Pastor, after me, there'll be
Two that there, and one you can't see
just 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)