Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some 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
Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin'
I do the evil that'll bend you I get you
sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and clown

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
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 until she broke wit mo lines than 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 put it together
a nigga really need, run up in the club
And blow a til he bleed
Could it be an put his lights out

Or the club get out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, no doubt I love my life
Love the light, to write, love the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

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

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