Luyện nghe bài hát Dat's Dat S---

Man
Uh, get ya on

voice
WWKYA, KICKIN YOUR ASS!

G/Jamal
My is worth ten titles
I shit on Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I damaging your vitals
Nobody ride through my squad do
Got all y'all suicidal
niggas, take two
You heard the news, break it to ya
here to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the
A mic for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this down
When we rock it, don't we all out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And you what I'm talkin 'bout

Chorus: Redman, Man (Young Zee)
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya stoned and get ya
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, fightin over dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya and get ya wide
dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it goes summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be under your peacoat wit people
I cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down like from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye D
Your beef in small court, Judge Judy
When you and I up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife then light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain
Breezin through these wit the highest of velocity
Play me like
Pay me everytime you on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always me
Livin in the life, my eyes seen atrocity
a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that means there no stoppin me
motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees
How High, just another form of
That's why I choose to build from the
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog next to Nathan
Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the
(Dat's dat shit) They got fightin over dick
WHERE THE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Zee
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches over dick

Get ya up and get ya
Funk Doc got bitches fightin dick

Man
Yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick

(Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
Get ya and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya (Fightin over dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha