Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat

[Fredro

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

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What?
My goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you feel '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 ol's put the out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the rob
Now stay with style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' out, as we stack now
We're to match out, formula
See it through my corner-ya
This goes out to 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! the All City shit!
Yo Valentine!)

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

Yo, the bees be like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof under ya fleece
Then a sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly
We poly for higher states, buyin' escapes
See this, life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto pot
Put out these ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is the spot
Where we eat at, but that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's
(All City what, All what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the 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 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 ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you 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 problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank
Guaranteed to ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're 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, paper tellin' me we all dyin' a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, these two guns is al lot!
my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' 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 still ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin' do this nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! niggas is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you niggaz, I don't even like your style
If it wasn't for love, you be right now
upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya
Takin' dirt back the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six's deep on the basic floors
(They hate 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, just the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid
X critical source, criminal 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! Afficial nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Nast nigga!
Word up! All City!
Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr to you nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! What da is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! in this muthafucka!
Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!!
My too dirty 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! don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)