Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

Now, let me be Frank 'cause 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
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 from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high
I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I it's a sin

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

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

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 blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike
And I pack like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

And dare ya to tell, up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier hoes
it like 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' don't
Just drop more G's on drink and
Live it up young nigga 'cause gon' catch up

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

And all this gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches really 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 she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a of Amaretto

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

Or the get closed out, if it's hoes 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 a drag, grab a bag and match up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

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

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

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the dirty dirtiest
the peace