Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm 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 out lungs and a fucked up liver

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

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

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

And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, Courvoisier watchin' hoes
it like it's hot, shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big 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 gon' catch up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck
But some just 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 don't a fuck

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

My even come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga 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 hoes out I out
Call get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, love to write, the mic
So take a drag, a bag and match up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

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

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