Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that shit up, up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know I'm sayin'?
payin' 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 raise the states in this game, like
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
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, act wild?
City puttin' 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 New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky

Yo, the bees be rushin' petrees(?)
You better had bulletproof vest under ya fleece
a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire
See this, criminal life is a 'roll it in dice'
holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they at
That her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All City what, All City what?! Dat!
Yo Sticky) nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want 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 from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' SHIT! I cut out ya tongue 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 ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
You fucked up BIG TIME, you 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....)

Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like
A bunch of problem bringers, an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in or jachts
Got the Big Apple on like 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?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left 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, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta fuckin' do shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you niggaz, I don't even like your 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 the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in cold spots, or walk for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, the physical laws
Your lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
up! Fuckin' All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Starr talkin' 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 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, Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)