Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

And all drinkin' gon' 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

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga
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 mental and and clown

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

And if ya me stop drinkin' I'll 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 drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck

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

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

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

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

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
Somethin' that I knew was 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 even come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga need, run up in the club
And blow a til he bleed
Could it be an put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if it's out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no I love my life
the light, love to write, love the mic
So a drag, grab 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 really don't a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck

And all drinkin' 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 give a

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