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 females shine on track
You see? I biased
I ain't either
So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha it in

The one boss bitch, not on that horse
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 flatten out, bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either em
My is my own, and a shorty, can't test it
So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my on
Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll you on anywhere
take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air
I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never back
this a freestyle, these styles ain't free
When I'm done, better believe, they got a for me

Chorus: and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)

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

Y'all go and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong
Talk but act on what you rap on (say what?)
I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead
Heed that, relax, Keep that
Bet-ta back, never see me slack
Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three
Tryin to see half a mil, y'all - dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - to crack
Wonder why they can't they eyes off me?
Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a plus 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 know how you could be down
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
Been it, put too much into it
And so long, I ran out of pen fluid

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[Timbaland] Blue

[Babe
Y'all assed out, Babe Blue's here
out your mind, cause my debut's near
All y'all demo chicks see me you master yours
I surpass you whores, then I your broads
Shorty, don't get hopes high, praise the most high
Babe Blue, livin
I all those, small hoes, what?
My go-to-the-store clothes is better than wardrobe
You ain't seein mine, I walk right in the
You one of them chicks be in line
Me? Studded out, ice out
Bitch you ain't - please, cut it out
Bronx to the death, we gon' raw
Timbaland got beats, what you shit 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 gonna show all of what one joint do
You wanna get the third degree, you never 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
(1 Life 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 know this, ha?