Luyện nghe bài hát Dat's Dat Shit

, Zee)

[Method
Uh, get ya on

voice]
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

[Mally
My is worth ten titles
I shit on Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The I spit damaging your vitals
ride through like my squad do
Got all players suicidal
Actin niggas, two
You heard the news, I'ma 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, the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin shit down
we rock it, don't we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, out
Get ya ass out I tear it out
And you what I'm talkin 'bout

Redman, Method 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 (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas 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 cookin rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan
Load it and it like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the
You be hidin under your wit people
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both
how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye D
Your beef in small claims court, Judy
When you and I up, the fight heat up
up ya wife beater then light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
Breezin these tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, woman on the stop-watch clockin me
I rock well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin that means ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury
Proper education, sees everything
How High, just form of elevation
That's why I choose to 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 some bullshit, short wit cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin dick
WHERE THE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

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

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

[Method
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin dick

(Young Zee)]
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin 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 stoned and get ya ha
Get ya up and get ya ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya ha