Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (back For The First Time Album)

All this gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
But bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now, let me be quite Frank I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin'
I do the evil bend you when I get you
sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and clown

Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I just be too high
Then I put my finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I it's a sin

And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up

All this drinkin' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck

And all this gon' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really give a fuck

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave.
from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, shells

And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin'
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' stop
Just more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' up

All this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck

And all this gon' catch up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just don't give a fuck
But some bitches just don't give a fuck

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I my pen and pad and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was dope and for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, a blunt put it together
a nigga really need, run up in the club
And a motherfucker til he bleed
it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if it's out I show out
Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, to write, love the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

All this gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck
But some just really don't give a fuck

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the south's dirtiest
the peace