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

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

The one boss bitch, not on horse shit
I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, they on the quick
to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chick
Got off the wall shit, who could be thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can flow out, or either bless em
My style is my own, and a shorty, test it
So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my on
Ceram' handle-arm, y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, take you on anywhere
take 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 a freestyle, these styles ain't free
When I'm done, believe, they got a PILE for me

Chorus: Timbaland and Babe (repeat 2X)

What cha about this, ha? You don't know
show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow
We don't go hits, ha? Get the dough
You can doubt this, ha? Ha?

Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap
but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)
I speak facts to clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? that
Bet-ta back, never see me slack
Break kneecaps - then, have you do three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all - stacks
for - weed in sacks, - ki's to crack
Wonder why they can't keep eyes off me?
Y'all ain't 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
know how you could be down too?
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
Been through it, put too into it
And writin so long, I ran out of pen

Chorus last line}

Babe Blue

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

[Timbaland] It over!

[Babe
Y'all talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?
Moch' and Blue, and Lacey
the biddin wars at 1.2
We gonna show all of y'all one joint do
You wanna get the third degree, you never heard of me?
See thugs me, deep blood burgundy?
Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my ma
But y'all chicks know, so I had to tell y'all

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 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live
What Uh uh uh uh
cha know about this, ha?