Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Know About This - Babe Blue

You see? I think it's for me put it down..
.. for my females,
I'ma let my females shine on this
You see? I ain't
I racist either
So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha it in

The one bitch, not on that horse shit
Honey I score with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, they on the floor
Prepare to be surprised, if you I'm a poor chick
Got off the shit, who could be more thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either em
My style is my own, and a shorty, can't it
So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my on
handle-arm, while y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll 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
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you come back
Though this a freestyle, these styles free
When I'm done, better believe, they got a for me

Chorus: Timbaland and Babe (repeat 2X)

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

Y'all go 'head and yap on, keep rap strong
Talk but don't act on you rap on (say what?)
I facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me
Break your - then, have you do three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil, - dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to
Wonder why they can't they eyes off me?
Y'all chicks 8, I'm a dime plus 3
Got a 6? I got a
Got a I got a jet
Got a I got a tec
That's why you not a
Wanna know how you could be too?
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
through it, put too much into it
And writin so long, I ran out of pen

{except last line}

[Timbaland] Babe

[Babe
Y'all assed out, Babe Blue's here
out your mind, cause my debut's near
All y'all demo see me when you master yours
I surpass you whores, then I your broads
Shorty, get your hopes high, praise the most high
Babe Blue, livin
I crush all those, hoes, what?
My go-to-the-store clothes is than your wardrobe
You ain't seein mine, I right in the club
You one of chicks that be in line
Me? out, ice flooded out
Bitch you ain't - please, cut it out
Bronx to the death, we spit raw
Timbaland got beats, what you talkin for?
Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin
Bystorm, Z Man, tell me you gon' do?

[Timbaland] It over!

[Babe
chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?
Moch' and Blue, Cagney and
Start the wars at 1.2
We gonna show all of what one joint do
You wanna get the third degree, cause you heard of me?
See murder me, deep blood burgundy?
Hell nah, see I'm to get my mail ma
But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell

Doubt this, uh uh uh,
Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh
Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh
(1 Life 2 baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live
what? Uh uh uh uh
What cha about this, ha?