Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that up, word 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 goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all see those, you just feel '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 don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the out
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now with that style, original, wanna act wild?
puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're to match out, formula
See it clearly my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, 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 like petrees(?)
You better had that vest under ya fleece
Then a clever up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly
We for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
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 ghetto 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 where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( here 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 from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in 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', murder, want charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and that ya DIE!
If not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've 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 roll with gat-swingers, bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the
We're tired of 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' 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
shoot outs, reachin' 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, anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! 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 right now
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some
You better get dropped dog, read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for cats
X source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, 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 fuck up here! (*Car rushin' away*)