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 really don't a fuck

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

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm crazy nigga 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 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 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 and I know 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, and shiver
With some out lungs and a fucked up liver

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

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

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

And dare ya to tell, up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and
Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' 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' catch up
And all this smokin' catch 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 really don't give a fuck
But bitches 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 broke wit mo than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a blunt put it
What a nigga need, run up in the club
And a motherfucker til he bleed
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, there's no doubt I my life
Love the light, love to write, the mic
So a drag, grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

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

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

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