Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn shit up, word up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know I'm sayin'?
We're my niggaz ' 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 the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
Green backs, I a mil (of) 'em!
But minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we now
We're to match out, formula
See it clearly my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm on Corona, keep 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 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
Cause holiday, raise ya ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this 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 they bleed at
belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the over
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these 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 one, you can't heard 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 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, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
You up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Afficial Nast 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 stop
Guaranteed to 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 smash like mobbs, we're livin' really?!
So we vanish 'n rob, paper 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 don't give a FUCK about gettin'
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
shoot 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!) nigga?}
(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 don't like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead now
Speak the gun nor, X is layin' it down
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?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a rock 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 bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for cats
X critical source, with thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know 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' 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*)