Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' 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 Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga
Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin'
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 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
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I it's a sin

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

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

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

Ey yo, I do for bluntheads 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 strike
And I pack like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

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, shakin' and twats
Placin' big face and cock, loadin' 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 gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I 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 blunt put it
a nigga really need, run up in the club
And blow a motherfucker til he
it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the club get 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 this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But niggaz just 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 bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a

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