Luyện nghe bài hát Catch Up (Incognegro Album)

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

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

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

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

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

And all this drinkin' 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

Ey yo, I do for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, dough 24-7
po-po's 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 dare ya to tell, up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
Placin' big 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

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

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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But some just really don't give 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 until she broke wit mo lines than coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a of Amaretto

My shit come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga need, run up in the club
And blow a til he bleed
Could it be an put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, love to write, the mic
So take a drag, a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

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

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

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the dirty dirtiest
the peace