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 biased
I ain't either
So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha it in

The one boss bitch, not on that shit
Honey I wanna with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, they on the quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a chick
Got off the wall shit, who could be more
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or bless em
My style is my own, and a shorty, can't it
So y'all - ramble on, get my gamble on
Ceram' handle-arm, while 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 take you on with the gat, take you on on the track
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never back
this a freestyle, these styles ain't free
When I'm done, believe, they got a PILE for me

Chorus: and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)

What cha know about this, ha? You know
Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon'
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 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 your kneecaps - then, you do three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil, - dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - to crack
Wonder why they can't keep eyes off me?
Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime 3
Got a 6? I got a
Got a I got a jet
Got a I got a tec
why you not a threat
Wanna how you could be down too?
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
Been it, put too much into it
And writin so long, I ran out of pen

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[Timbaland] Babe

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

[Timbaland] It over!

Blue]
Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna me?
and Blue, Cagney and Lacey
Start the wars at 1.2
We show all of y'all what one joint do
You wanna get the degree, cause you never heard of me?
See thugs murder me, blood burgundy?
nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail ma
But y'all didn't 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 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2
What Uh uh uh uh
What cha know this, ha?