Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that shit up, up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
what I'm sayin'?
We're my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Dat!
Rip that shit 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 feel '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 ol's put the out
Niggaz be frontin', we the back rob
Now stay with style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to out, formula
See it through 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 East New Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the be rushin' like 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
holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire
See this, criminal life is a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto pot
Put out these fagat ass try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the
Where we eat at, but that's where they bleed at
belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the over
(All City what, All City what?! Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the come, from out the dungeon
Say to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap for the LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU WANT NONE!
But regardless, WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
You up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Nast what 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, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' 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, tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, even get it get-got, so what?!
it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs 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
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin'
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial 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 right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is it down
two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the floors
(They hate that 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, just read the
Dig a gunshot, at about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical
visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Dat! Fuck 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 Smith 'n shit! Back da up, everybody up!!
My nigga too up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)