Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
Green backs, I a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we the back rob
Now with that style, original, wanna act wild?
puttin' 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, my carpet Coma
The East New York Soldier,
(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 ya fleece
a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly
We poly for states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' 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 her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the over
(All City what, All City what?! Dat!
Yo Sticky) nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want 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' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU 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 not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Afficial what 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 like tanktops
A bunch of bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or
Got the Big Apple on like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK 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, niggaz just 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!) {What
(Ya fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead now
Speak the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, ya town
Takin' dirt back the ground, be a man, take 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 rock and see 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 bringin' you
I run in spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

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