Luyện nghe bài hát Dat's Dat Shit

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Man]
Uh, get ya on

[Radio
WWKYA, WE'RE YOUR ASS!

G/Jamal]
My is worth ten titles
I on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and you
The shit I spit your 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 to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, and the villain
A mic for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga
I moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all who really lockin this shit down
When we rock it, we all stand out?
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 shit (like or not, niggas 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, sleepin wit the fifth)
dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
thai showers got Doc cookin minute 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 summer jam tickets
Fam dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we shot
how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride down like Hopper from a Bug
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye D
Your beef in small court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight up
Bloody up ya beater then light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Cuban chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the of velocity
Play me Monopoly
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop me
Sloppily, your woman on the clockin me
Possibly I well, somebody always watchin me
in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid
When I keeps it movin means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god bury kings
education, Allah sees everything
How High, another form of elevation
why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are
More Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny
(Dat's dat shit) got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got fightin over dick
THE LOVE 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 fightin over

Get ya up and get ya
Funk Doc got bitches 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 stoned and get ya
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 ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya and get ya high ha