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 payin' my ' All City 'n shit!
up! Yo Mega, Fuck 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 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
Niggaz be frontin', we the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, act wild?
City cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to out, formula
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 East New York Soldier,
(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 clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
Between the and the police, shit'll never be peace
holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in
Niggaz they ice, wild 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 is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they at
That belone her with the flame, their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, up, the game's over
(All City what, All City what?! Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck 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 goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in rap shit 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!
hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've 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....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your stop
Guaranteed to make ya hot, we runnin' the spots
tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, these two guns is al lot!
It's my 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 still SHITTIN' ya
it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't like your style
If it for love, you be dead right now
Speak the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' 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 dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you
I run in cold spots, or that for liquid cats
X critical source, criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' 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 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! don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Dat! Niggaz ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up here! (*Car rushin' away*)