Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that up, word up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know what I'm
We're my niggaz ' 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 creep
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
backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we the back rob
Now with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we now
We're nuthin' to out, formula
See it through my corner-ya
This goes out to on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, my carpet Coma
The East New Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), Fingaz}]

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 be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel I got
As if, that enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the over
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say to ya love one, you can't heard 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 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!
hate 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 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 Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

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

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 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, even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about popped
Them thugs probably heard, 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 spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' 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, sprayin' ya
dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see 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 bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! da fuck up, everybody up!!
My nigga too up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)