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 ' 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, like
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
be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act
puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out,
See it clearly through my
goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the and the police, shit'll never be peace
holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, criminal life is like a it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild on a slice
Yo it's too too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out fagat 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 where they bleed at
That her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, up, the game's over
(All what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( here 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
WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit 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', 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!
Soon as life is for a life, no remorse
You up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Dat!
Afficial what 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 bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big on smash like 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?!
it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go you
For the dolies, just press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin'
spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, besides TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta do this shit 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 wasn't for love, you be dead now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it
Dirty two rounds, ya town
Takin' back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic
(They that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Dat!)
Be a rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some
You better get dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in cold spots, or that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, the physical laws
Your lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

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 Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! 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 nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car away*)