Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da cold
We blaze, y'all see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, 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
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act
City cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to 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! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky

Yo, the be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof 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, ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
Niggaz holdin' ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to what 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 what, All City 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, the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say to ya love 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 stage as soon as the blunt's YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless, WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', murder, want charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still ya GUTS!, and hope that 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 Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

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

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz press 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 still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this 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 don't even your style
If it wasn't for love, you be right now
Speak the gun nor, X is layin' it down
two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's deep on the basic floors
(They hate shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Dat!)
Be a hard and see where you end up 'bout
Before my stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid
X source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

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