Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that 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, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty and I know it's a sin

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

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

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some bitches just really give a fuck
But some bitches just really give a fuck

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave.
Niggaz G-Ro committed to slangin' 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, shells

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

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

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

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
But bitches just really 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 she broke 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 put it together
What a nigga need, run up in the club
And blow a motherfucker til he
it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my
Love the light, 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' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all this gon' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some bitches really don't 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 dirty dirtiest
Disturbing the