Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky

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, never be peace
Cause holiday, ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
Niggaz holdin' ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's they bleed at
That her with 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 here nigga, Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in 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', muthafuckin' murder, charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
You up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Dat! Step up and shit....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your stop
to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big on smash 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, even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK gettin' popped
Them probably 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
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! 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
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya
Die with the sacred course, six's deep on the basic floors
(They that shit nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some
You get dropped 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
Your lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

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