Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

Now, let me be quite Frank I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll you when I get you
I'ma sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and

Every I get, bitch 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 finger up when I'm ridin' 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 out lungs and a fucked up liver

All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' 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' gon' up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
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 slangin' blo, doublin' dough
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 a L, bust shells

And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin'
Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and
Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' and glocks

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

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

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
that I knew was dope 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 a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a blunt put it
What a nigga really need, run up in the
And a motherfucker til he bleed
it be an Icehouse 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
the light, love to write, love the mic
So take a drag, a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

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

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

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