Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

All this drinkin' gon' 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 drinkin' gon' catch up
And all smokin' gon' catch 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 'cause I'm that crazy Luda
got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll bend you I get you
I'ma sit you then take it to the mental and essential and clown

chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I just be too high
Then I put my finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know a sin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, wit the of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was dope and represent for my
a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

My shit come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need, run up in the
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 get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, love to write, the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

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

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