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 niggaz just 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 bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm steady 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, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no
But the from the can a beer, shit, I might just 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 when I get old I'ma rock, roll, and shiver
some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

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

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

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave.
Niggaz from G-Ro 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, smoke a L, bust shells

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

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' stop
Just drop more G's on drink and
Live it up young nigga 'cause gon' catch up

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

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

Now, wit the of Hen and Coke, I grab 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 with a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a put it together
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 get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I my life
Love the light, to write, love the mic
So take a drag, a bag and match up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

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

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