Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that shit up, up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know what I'm
We're payin' my niggaz ' All 'n shit!
up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn 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 the states 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, max out, the ol's put the black out
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act
City puttin' out, as we stack now
We're to match out, formula
See it clearly my corner-ya
This goes out to 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), {Sticky

Yo, the be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, criminal life is a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this meldin' 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 the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these 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 love one, you can't heard from, the dumb
Kickin' SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T NONE!
But regardless, WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', murder, want charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've me off nigga!
(What?! Dat! Fuck Dat!
Nast what 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 your bank 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 smash like mobbs, we're hell really?!
So we vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go you
For the dolies, niggaz just G-O
While outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still ya
it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you niggaz, I don't 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, 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?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see jacks
You better get dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the laws
visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast 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, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in muthafucka!
Bubba 'n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!!
My too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)