Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

Now, let me be quite Frank I'm that crazy nigga Luda
got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll you when I get you
I'ma sit you down 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
Then I put my finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know a sin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the dirty dirtiest
the peace