Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da cold
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
backs, I want 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 with that style, original, wanna act
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, keep my Coma
The East New Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That's the All shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the be rushin' like petrees(?)
You had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say
the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya ya hourly rate
We poly for states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to what I got
As if, ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these 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 YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless, WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', murder, want charges!
You off getargets, any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' ass 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 what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new for ya niggaz!
Yo Dat! Step up and shit....)

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

I with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of '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 tellin' me we all dyin' a leg docs(?)
So it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK gettin' popped
thugs 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, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still ya
it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What
(Ya betta fuckin' do this nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Niggas!
Fuckin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack niggaz, I don't like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be dead 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 hate shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! 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 bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for cats
X critical source, with thoughts, under the physical laws
Your lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Fingaz]

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