Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

Now, let me be quite 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll bend you 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
Then I put my finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know a sin

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

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

Ey yo, I do this for and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, wit 2 strike felons
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, thug
Fucked up off head shots, Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

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

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

And all this gon' catch up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
But bitches just really don't give 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
a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped 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 really need, run up in the
And a motherfucker til he bleed
Could it be an put his lights out

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

All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' 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 this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't 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 dirty south's
the peace