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 have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm hard
Had to sit and see tha big picture
Probably in the seat bustin' 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 is the one who maintain
They all know my name i'm the heavyweight
I rock the belt and got some killers on my
This drank done got me amp it got me to shut the club down
it all the way, for a mothafuckin touchdown,
Let's
in the endzone, I'm lookin good, I'm lookin strong
Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them hoes 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 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
get low, I'ont ATL stomp
All I do, is come in the clutch (In the clutch)
Kick Atlanta shit, back shit up
Them suckers took a real low, a dutch
I'd rather 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 Three and Four
Every set that you claim, I got a ho; you
She ready!
Probably got more balls you
She ready!
Hey, boo, what they do
The Pastor, me, there'll be three
Two that there, and one you can't see
It's just me, the PT
I'm independent, and to do ya
And it's...

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