Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Know About This

You I think it's time for me put it down
For my females, ha, hah
I'ma let my females on this track
You see? I ain't biased, I ain't racist
So I'ma let uhh, Mocha it in

The one boss bitch, not on that horse
Honey, I wanna with money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, they on the floor
Prepare to be surprised if you think I'm a poor
Got off the wall shit, who could be thick?

Plus I can flip, rough up or flatten out four
As for the mic, I can flow out or either bless 'em
My style is my own and a can't test it
So y'all, ramble on, get my gamble on
handle arm, while y'all scramble on

Want to battle? on, I'll take you on anywhere
I'll you on a bus, on a boat or up in the air
I'll you on with the gat, I'll take you on, on the track
take yo' ass on a trip and you never come back
Though this a freestyle, styles ain't free
I'm done, better believe, they got a pile for me

What cha about this, ha?
You don't
Lemme show you this, ha?
We blow
We don't go hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

What cha know this, ha?
You know
Lemme show you this, ha?
We gon'
We don't go hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap
Talk but don't act on, you rap on
(Say what?)
I speak facts to clacks and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? that
ease back, never see me slack

Break your kneecaps, have you do three laps
to see this half a mil, y'all dingy stacks
For in sacks, Tote, ki's to crack
Wonder why they keep they eyes off me?
Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime 3

Got a 6? I got a stack, got a I got a jet
Got a clip? I got a tec, why you not a threat
Wanna know how you be down too?
do, make 'em say ahh, ooh
Been it, put too much into it
And writin' so long, I ran out of pen

What cha know this, ha?
You don't
show you 'bout this, ha?
We gon'
We go without hits, ha?
Get the
You can doubt this, ha? Ha?

What cha about this, ha?
You don't
Lemme show you this, ha?
We gon'
We go without hits, ha?
Get the

Babe

chicks assed out, Babe Blue's here
Shook out your 'cause my debut's near
All y'all chicks see me when you master yours
I you whores then I smash your broads
Shorty, don't get your high, praise the most high

Babe Blue, livin' loca, I crush all small hoes, what?
My go to the store is better than your wardrobe
You ain't seein' mine, I walk right in the
You one of chicks that be in line
Me? Studded out, ice out

Bitch, you nice, please, cut it out
to the death, we gon' spit raw
Timbaland got beats, what you shit for?
Forget yours, and Blue, comin' through
Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you do?

What cha know this, ha?
You know
Lemme show you this, ha?
We blow
We don't go hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

cha know about this, ha?
You know
Lemme you 'bout this, ha?
We gon'
We don't go hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

It over

Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you hate me?
Moch' and Blue, Cagney and
Start the wars at 1.2
We gonna show all of y'all what one do

You get the third degree, 'cause you never heard of me?
See murder me, deep blood burgundy?
Hell, nah, see I'm tryin' to get my ma
But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to y'all

What cha know this, ha?
You know
Lemme show you this, ha?
We gon'
We go without hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

What cha know this, ha?
You know
show you 'bout this, ha?
We blow
We go without hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

Doubt this, uh, uh, uh,
Let it ride, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Tonight, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(1 2 live)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(1 2 live, baby)

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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, 1 2 live
What, Uh, uh, uh, uh
What cha know this, ha?