Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn shit up, word up!
Nasty 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 Brooklyn shit nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you feel 'em
We raise the states in game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
backs, I want 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?
City puttin' out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to 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, my carpet Coma
The East New York Soldier,
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya
a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
holdin' 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 is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they at
That belone her with the flame, their rain, it's over
to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All City what, All City what?! 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' SHIT! I cut out ya tongue 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 hate ya GUTS!, and hope ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

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

I with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the
tired 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, paper me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a about gettin' popped
thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just G-O
While shoot outs, for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still 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' 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
Speak the gun nor, X is layin' it down
two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya
Die with the sacred course, bein' deep on the basic 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 tryin' to see some
You get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you
I run in spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, the physical laws
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
up! Fuckin' All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Starr talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! in this 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 don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)