Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for 'em
backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the rob
Now with that 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 on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The East New Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky

Yo, the bees be rushin' petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya
Then a sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, criminal life is a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto pot
Put out fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
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 over
(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 heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap 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, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
as life 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 Dat! Step up and shit....)

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

I roll gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya hot, we runnin' 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 fuck it, even get it get-got, so what?!
it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left two guns is al lot!
It's my to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just G-O
shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't even 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 course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck 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, read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the laws
Your lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

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