Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that shit up, 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 that Brooklyn nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you 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 put the black out
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, act wild?
puttin' cartracks out, as we stack 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! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You had that bulletproof 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 hourly
We poly for states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
Niggaz holdin' they ice, bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, their rain, it's over
to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't from, the dumb dumb
WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless, WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', murder, want 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 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 Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna your bank stop
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or
Got the Big on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' a leg docs(?)
So it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about popped
thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just G-O
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to 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 do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
takin' this 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 layin' it
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see you end up 'bout
Before my 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 for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, the physical laws
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

& Sticky Fingaz]

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