Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that up, word up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know what I'm
payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you feel 'em
We raise the states in game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the rob
Now stay with style, original, wanna act wild?
City cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out,
See it through my corner-ya
goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be rushin' petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya
a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly
We poly for higher states, fire escapes
See this, criminal is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the
Where we eat at, but tonight that's they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG!
Who can as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless, WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', murder, want charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass FRIE!
as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've me off nigga!
(What?! Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Dat! Step up and shit....)

Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]

I roll gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, even get it get-got, so what?!
it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm to go spittin' you
For the dolies, just press G-O
While shoot outs, for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't even like your
If it wasn't for love, you be right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' on the basic floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you
I run in cold spots, or that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the laws
visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
up! Fuckin' All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro talkin' to you nigga!
Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! da fuck up, everybody up!!
My nigga too up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)