Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that shit up, up!
Afficial 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 Brooklyn shit 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 just 'em
We raise the in this 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 that style, original, act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we now
nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly my corner-ya
This out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky 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 and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, ya weights ya hourly rate
We for higher 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 ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where bleed at
belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) nigga?}( Come 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, from out the
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the 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!
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 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....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we the spots
We're tired of 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains 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 it, it's 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, left two guns is al lot!
my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz press 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!) nigga?}
(Ya fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' this 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 it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's deep on the basic floors
(They that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you
I run in cold spots, or that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
up! Fuckin' All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!
Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck 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!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)