Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da creep
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you feel 'em
We raise the in this game, like 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 take the rob
Now stay that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' out, as we stack now
nuthin' to match out, formula
See it through my corner-ya
This out to niggas 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!)

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

Yo, the be rushin' like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya
a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, criminal is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass try to steel what I got
As if, that enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Dat!
Let these know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya 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 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 ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, no remorse
You up BIG TIME, you should've 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 with gat-swingers, that bay like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your stop
Guaranteed to make ya hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' really?!
So we just 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' 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 time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go you
For the dolies, niggaz press 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 sixth SHITTIN' ya
it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta fuckin' do shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' streets! That 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
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya
Die with the sacred course, six's bein' on the basic floors
(They hate that nigga! What?!
Kick the our 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, just the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in cold spots, or walk for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical
Your lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! What da 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! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Nast!)
up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don't know! My muthafuckin' broher 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*)