Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

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

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

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be
Cause holiday, raise ya ya hourly rate
We for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto pot
Put out these ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, up, the game's over
(All City what, All City what?! 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 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 ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
You up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Dat! Step up and shit....)

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

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, these two guns is al lot!
It's my to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz press G-O
While shoot outs, for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, anybody TRY to here 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 don't like your style
If it for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' on the basic floors
(They hate that nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Dat!)
Be a hard and see where you end up 'bout
my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in cold spots, or that for liquid cats
X critical source, with thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
up! Fuckin' All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Starr 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 dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)