Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that shit up, up!
Afficial Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know what I'm
We're 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, won't 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, strictly max out, the ol's put the out
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act
City puttin' out, as we stack now
nuthin' to match out, formula
See it through 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 ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
Between the and the police, shit'll never be peace
holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the
we eat at, but tonight that's where 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) nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the 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 stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T 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 not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, no remorse
You up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Dat! Fuck Dat!
Nast 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 arms tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the
We're of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on 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 FUCK gettin' popped
Them thugs 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 press 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 SHITTIN' ya
it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta do this 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 don't even like your
If it wasn't for love, you be right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' on the basic floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you
I run in cold spots, or walk for liquid cats
X source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Starr talkin' to you nigga!
Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! da fuck up, everybody up!!
My too dirty up in this 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 muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)