Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

Yo! Turn that shit up, up!
Afficial Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya is dead-ass!
Know I'm sayin'?
payin' 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 fleet goals, by da cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just '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, max out, the ol's put the black 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 to match out, formula
See it clearly my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, my carpet Coma
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be rushin' petrees(?)
You better had bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya rate
We poly for higher states, fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
Niggaz holdin' ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel I got
As if, ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the over
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, 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 to ya love one, you can't heard 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 blunt's 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!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
You up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Afficial Nast up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Dat! Step 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 bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up in villains 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 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
Them probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, just press G-O
shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
takin' 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
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' 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 about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or that for liquid cats
X source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky

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