Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

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

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

All this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz just really give a fuck

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

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

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

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

All this drinkin' catch up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz really don't give 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 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 writer with a twist of

My shit even 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 Icehouse put his out

Or the get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my
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 gon' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck
But some niggaz just really give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really 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 dirty south's
the peace