Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

Now, let me be quite 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll you when I get you
I'ma sit you 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 from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too
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' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

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

Ey yo, I do this for and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 felons
And I pack 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, sippin' watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
Placin' big face and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

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

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

Now, wit the of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a put it together
a nigga really need, run up in the club
And a motherfucker 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 a drag, grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, me it catch up

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

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