Luyện nghe bài hát Dat's Dat Shit

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[Method
Uh, get ya on

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE 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 the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit your vitals
Nobody ride through my squad do
Got all y'all players
Actin niggas, two
You the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're here to headline the and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this shit
When we rock it, don't we all stand
hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And show you 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, sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
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)

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 hands wit
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 and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug
To ride like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye D
beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light up

[Method
I melt wax, Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the 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
in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no me
Constant motivation, the god bury kings
Proper education, Allah everything
How High, just form of elevation
why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More these Hot Dog MC's to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in
Promoters on bullshit, short wit Johhny 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 you're young, broke and
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a

[Young
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over

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

[Method
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, got bitches fightin over dick

(Young Zee)]
Get ya up and get ya (All y'all stupid bitches 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 stoned and get ya ha