Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn shit up, word up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know I'm sayin'?
We're my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, 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 don't minimum, strictly max out, the put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the rob
Now stay with style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' out, as we stack now
We're to match 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 sippin' on Corona, keep my Coma
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You better had that vest under ya fleece
Then a 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 rate
We poly for higher states, fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
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 where they at
belone 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) {wassup nigga?}( here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these 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 one, you can't heard from, the dumb 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 out? YOU 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 you're not Allah, then yo' ass FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
You up BIG TIME, you should've 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 roll gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
tired of jizzle '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, tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm 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
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
it murder, besides 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 crack niggaz, I don't even like style
If it wasn't for love, you be right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that nigga! What?!
Kick the our shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see you end up 'bout
my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for cats
X source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

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