Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' stop
Just drop more G's on 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 give a
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
Somethin' that I was dope and represent for my kinfolk
a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm King but I'm a writer with 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 blow a motherfucker til he
Could it be an put his lights out

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

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

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

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