Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ey yo, I do for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike 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
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin'
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
Placin' big face and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

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

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

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

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

My shit even come out better, grab a 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 get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life
the light, love to write, love the mic
So take a drag, a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

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

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

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