Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

Starr]

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da creep
We blaze, y'all see those, you just 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, strictly max out, the put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the rob
Now stay with that style, original, act wild?
puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to 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! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the bees be rushin' petrees(?)
You had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be
Cause holiday, ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire
See this, life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, bust on a slice
Yo it's too too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, up, the game's over
(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, 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 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 that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, 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....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's get it get-got, so what?!
it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them 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
shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still 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! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't even like style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic
(They that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see 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, the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro talkin' 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 Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up here! (*Car rushin' away*)