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 goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we now
We're nuthin' to out, formula
See it clearly through my
This goes out to on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet
The East New Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be rushin' petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof under ya fleece
a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the 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 a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild 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 enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they at
That belone her the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, up, the game's over
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let muthafuckaz know 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 tongue son! I'm in this rap 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, then yo' ass FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
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 roll with gat-swingers, that bay like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of '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, tellin' 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 give a FUCK about gettin' popped
thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go you
For the dolies, niggaz just G-O
While shoot outs, for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya fuckin' 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 the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, ya town
dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, bein' deep on the basic floors
(They that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard and see where you end up 'bout
my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, 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 thoughts, under the physical laws
visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Starr talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up, up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Nast 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 shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)