Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier hoes
Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and
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
Live it up young nigga 'cause it's catch up

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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches just don't give 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' 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 King but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

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

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

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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some just really don't give 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 south's dirtiest
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