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 payin' my ' All City 'n shit!
up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn 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 style, original, wanna act wild?
puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're to match out, formula
See it clearly through my
This goes out to on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, my carpet Coma
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You better had that vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya ya hourly rate
We poly for states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in ghetto meldin' pot
Put out fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the over
(All City what, All City what?! Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, the thug 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 son! I'm in this 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!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope ya DIE!
If not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you finished me off nigga!
(What?! Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! up and shit....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr),

I roll gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, an ass bet ya wanna make your bank 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 like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, 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, left two guns is al lot!
my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just 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 sixth still ya
Call it murder, anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' streets! That niggas 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
two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, ya laws
Die with the sacred course, bein' deep on the basic floors
(They that shit nigga! What?!
the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some
You better get dropped dog, 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
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
up! Fuckin' All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!
Smith 'n shit! Back 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! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up here! (*Car rushin' away*)