Luyện nghe bài hát Dat's Dat Shit

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Uh, get ya on

voice]
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN ASS!

G/Jamal]
My is worth ten titles
I on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit your vitals
Nobody ride through like my 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 Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten a killin
Yo Funk Doc, the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
know 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

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 shit (like or not, fightin 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, bitches fightin dick)

I'm high-powered, the dog weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute 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 like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop the wea-sel
You be under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the type?
To ride down like Hopper a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, tried to eye screw D
Your beef in claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater light weed up

[Method
I melt wax, Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of
Play me like
Pay me you trespass on my property
I'm Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes atrocity
Undress a kid
When I it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
motivation, the god fiend bury kings
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 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 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, Meth-Tical got bitches over 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 and get ya high ha