Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

All this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck
But some just really 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, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga
Always got a drink and I'm steady buddah
I do the that'll bend you when 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 bullet or no
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too
Then I put my middle up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to liquors 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, shake and
some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

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

Ey yo, I do for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, dough 24-7
Fuck I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

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

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

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
Somethin' I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines 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, a blunt put it together
a nigga really need, run up in the club
And a motherfucker til he bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his out

Or the club get closed out, if it's hoes out I 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, me it catch up

All this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' 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 gon' catch up
But bitches just really don't 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
the peace