Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that up, word up!
Afficial Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' All 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you feel 'em
We the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the out
Niggaz be frontin', we the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act
puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out,
See it clearly through my
This goes out to niggas on the corner, on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya
a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the
Where we eat at, but that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's
to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in rap shit for the LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU WANT NONE!
But regardless, WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and that ya DIE!
If not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Afficial what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Dat! Step up and shit....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we the spots
We're tired of 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left two guns is al lot!
It's my to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, just press G-O
While shoot outs, for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't like your style
If it for love, you be dead right now
Speak the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see you end up 'bout
my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in cold spots, or walk for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, the physical laws
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)