Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that up, word up!
Afficial Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my ' All City 'n shit!
up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn 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 just 'em
We raise the states in this game, 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
Niggaz be frontin', we the back rob
Now stay that style, original, wanna act wild?
puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out,
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, keep my carpet
The East New York Soldier,
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the bees be rushin' petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
Between the thugs and the police, never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya rate
We for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal is like a 'roll it in dice'
holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out fagat ass niggas try to steel 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 with the flame, throwin' rain, it's over
to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, 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', muthafuckin' murder, charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass 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!
Afficial Nast 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 make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or
Got the Big Apple on smash mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all 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 probably heard, left two guns is al lot!
my time 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 ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I even like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is it down
Dirty two rounds, ya town
Takin' dirt under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's deep on the basic floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up
my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga the course
I your boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast 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!
Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in 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! don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)