Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy Luda
Always got a and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll bend you 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 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 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' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some niggaz just don't 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 this for and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust

And dare ya to tell, up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, Courvoisier watchin' hoes
it like it's hot, shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

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

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

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

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 wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a 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 get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, love to write, the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and up
Hennessey and bad weed, me it catch up

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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really 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
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