Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn shit up, word up!
Afficial Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my ' All City 'n shit!
up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip Brooklyn shit nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
Green backs, I 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 cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out,
See it clearly through my
This out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, 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 like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof 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 rate
We poly for states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
holdin' they 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 is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's
to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( 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 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 as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT 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, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Afficial Nast up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all from 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 about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two is al lot!
It's my to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz press G-O
While outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta fuckin' do shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I even like your style
If it for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic
(They hate that nigga! What?!
Kick the our 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 that for cats
X source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

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