Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

Starr]

Yo! Turn that shit up, up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' All 'n shit!
up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip Brooklyn shit 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 feel 'em
We the states in this game, like helium
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
Niggaz be frontin', we take the rob
Now stay with style, original, wanna act wild?
City cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out,
See it clearly my corner-ya
goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
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
Then a 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 like a it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' ice, wild bust 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 ain't enough, for Jakes is the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' rain, it's over
to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All what, All City what?! Fuck 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 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 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!
as life is for a life, without no remorse
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....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay like tanktops
A bunch of bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we the spots
tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, these two guns is al lot!
my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin'
spittin' 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 shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you niggaz, I don't even like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be right now
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, ya laws
Die the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our 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, just read the
Dig a gunshot, at about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or that 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! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Dat! Afficial 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 '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 muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)