Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

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

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya
Then a sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, criminal life is like a it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto pot
Put out fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's they bleed at
belone 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) {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, from out the
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't 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', muthafuckin' murder, charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've me off nigga!
(What?! Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

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

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper 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 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
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to drugs
Still spittin' ya, pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta fuckin' do shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I even like your style
If it for love, you be dead right now
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, ya town
Takin' dirt under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the floors
(They that shit nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you
I run in cold spots, or walk for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the
I cripple boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

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