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 my niggaz ' 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 creep
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
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
We're nuthin' to out, formula
See it clearly through my
This goes out to niggas on the corner, on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my Coma
The New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All 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 up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be
holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire
See this, criminal life is a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to 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 belone her the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All City what, All City what?! Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Dat!
Let muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya one, you can't heard from, the dumb 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 DON'T 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 not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no
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 Dat! Step up and shit....)

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

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya make your bank stop
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in or jachts
Got the Big on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it's get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm to go spittin' you
For the dolies, just press G-O
While outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya
Call it murder, anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That 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
two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the course, six's 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 jacks
You better get dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for cats
X critical source, with thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

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