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

You see? I it's time for me put it down..
.. for my females,
I'ma let my shine on this track
You I ain't biased
I ain't either
So let uhh.. Mocha bring 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 flatten out, four
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either 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? on, I'll take 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, I'll you on on the track
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never back
Though this a freestyle, styles ain't free
When I'm done, better believe, got a PILE for me

Chorus: and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)

cha know about this, ha? You don't know
Lemme you bout this, ha? We gon' blow
We go without hits, ha? Get the dough
You can doubt 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 beat clacks, and lead
that, relax, feedback? Keep that
Bet-ta ease back, see me slack
Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three
Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all - stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - 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
Got a I got a jet
Got a I got a tec
That's why you not a
Wanna know how you could be down
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
through it, put too much into it
And so long, I ran out of pen fluid

Chorus {except line}

Babe Blue

[Babe
Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's
out your mind, cause 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, praise the most
Blue, livin loca
I all those, small hoes, what?
My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your
You ain't mine, I walk right 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 for?
Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin
Bystorm, Z Man, me what you gon' do?

[Timbaland] It over!

Blue]
Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you hate me?
and Blue, Cagney and Lacey
Start the biddin at 1.2
We gonna show all of what one joint do
You get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?
See murder me, deep blood burgundy?
Hell nah, see I'm 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 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh
(1 2 Live 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?