Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

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

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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches really don't give a fuck
But some just really don't 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 blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, smoke a L, bust shells

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

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the don't stop
Just drop more G's on and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause it's catch up

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

Now, wit the of Hen and Coke, I grab 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 coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm King but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

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

Or the club get closed out, if it's hoes out I 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, a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

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

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

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