Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn shit up, word up!
Afficial 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 shit 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 just 'em
We raise the in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
Green backs, I a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the put the black out
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we now
We're nuthin' to match out,
See it clearly through my
goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet
The East New York Soldier,
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]

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

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, out the dungeon
Say to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya 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 hate ya GUTS!, and that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you finished me off nigga!
(What?! Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

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

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

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

[Fredro & Fingaz]

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