Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

Every chance I get, I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high
I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty 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
With some blacked out lungs and a up liver

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

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

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

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

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and
it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up

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

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
Somethin' I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk
a hoe until 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 come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a really need, run up in the club
And blow a motherfucker til he
Could it be an Icehouse put his 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
Love the light, love to write, 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 smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all this drinkin' 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