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 just really don't give a fuck

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

Now, let me be quite Frank I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll you when I get you
I'ma sit you then take it to the mental 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 up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to liquors and I know it's a sin

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

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

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

Ey yo, I do for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
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 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, shells

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

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

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
that I knew was dope and represent 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 with a twist of Amaretto

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

Or the get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Tyheed 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
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

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

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this gon' 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
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