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

You I think it's time for me put it down..
.. for my females,
I'ma let my shine on this track
You see? I biased
I racist either
So let uhh.. Mocha bring it in

The one boss bitch, not on that horse
I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor
Got off the wall shit, who could be more
I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can break out, or either bless em
My style is my own, and a shorty, test it
So y'all - on, I'ma get my gamble on
Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on
take 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 yo' ass on a trip, and you never come back
Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't
I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me

Chorus: Timbaland and Babe (repeat 2X)

What cha know this, ha? You don't know
Lemme show you bout this, ha? We 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 act on what you rap on (say what?)
I speak to beat clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me
your kneecaps - then, have you do three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil, - dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - to crack
Wonder why can't 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 be down too?
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}

[Timbaland] Babe

Blue]
Y'all assed out, Babe Blue's here
Shook out your mind, cause my 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, the most high
Babe Blue, livin
I all those, small 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 them that be in line
Me? Studded out, ice out
you ain't nice - please, cut it out
Bronx to the death, we spit raw
Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit
Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, through
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, you never heard of me?
See thugs murder me, blood burgundy?
Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my ma
But chicks 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 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2
What Uh uh uh uh
What cha about this, ha?