Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! that shit up, word up!
Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know what I'm
We're my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip Brooklyn shit nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da creep
We blaze, won't see those, you just feel 'em
We the states 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 put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we the back rob
Now stay that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out,
See it clearly my corner-ya
goes 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 be rushin' 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, never be peace
holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this 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 where they at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's
Prayed to Jehova, up, the game's over
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these know nigga!!!) {I want some 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 from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap 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', 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!
as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Dat! Step up and shit....)

Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]

I with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
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 up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're hell really?!
So we just 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them probably heard, left 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, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin'
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still ya
Call it murder, anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' 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
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, ya town
dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up
Before my stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the
Dig a gunshot, at least bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for cats
X critical source, with thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in 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 Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! 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 up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)