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 wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and you
The shit I spit damaging your
Nobody ride like my squad do
Got all y'all players
niggas, take two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're to headline the bill and
Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this nigga grillin
I moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this down
When we rock it, don't we all stand
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out 'fore I it out
And show you what I'm talkin

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, sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
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)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm wire
Ya bitch ass wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the printed
Load it and it goes like jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the
You be hidin under peacoat wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we shot
how we go out, are you the thug type?
To down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small court, Judge Judy
When you and I up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then weed up

Man
I melt wax, Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the of velocity
Play me like
Pay me everytime you trespass on my
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch me
I rock well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
a kid properly
When I keeps it that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
Proper education, Allah everything
How High, just another of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Allah Math, the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit cash
(Dat's dat shit) got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when young, broke and black
over 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 fightin over dick

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

(Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all 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 and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha