Luyện nghe bài hát Dat's Dat S---

Man
Uh, get ya on

voice
WWKYA, KICKIN YOUR ASS!

Mally
My is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging vitals
Nobody through like my squad do
Got all y'all players
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, break it to ya
We're here to the bill and
Featuring Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, bitch nigga grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' and mo' pounds
Y'all who really lockin this shit down
When we rock it, we all stand 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 and get ya wide
Dat's dat (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya (yeah)
Get ya and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog rott
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo holler, I got the plan printed
Load it and it goes summer jam tickets
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin 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 thug
To ride down like Hopper a Bug Life?
the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight up
up ya wife beater then light weed up

Man
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain
Breezin through these wit the highest of velocity
me like Monopoly
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch me
Possibly I rock well, somebody watchin me
Livin in the life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god bury kings
Proper education, sees everything
How High, just form of elevation
That's why I to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, are wastin
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) They got rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over
WHERE THE LOVE AT, you're young, broke and black
over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Zee
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over

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