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 this
You see? I ain't
I ain't racist
So I'ma let uhh.. bring it in

The one bitch, not on that horse shit
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 chick
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 flow out, or bless em
My style is my own, and a shorty, can't it
So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my on
handle-arm, while y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on
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 come
Though this a freestyle, these ain't free
When I'm done, 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 never this, ha? Ha?

Y'all go 'head and yap on, keep rap strong
Talk but don't act on you rap on (say what?)
I speak facts to beat clacks, and tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? Keep
Bet-ta ease back, see me slack
Break your kneecaps - then, you do three laps
Tryin to see this a mil, y'all - dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, - ki's to crack
Wonder why can't keep they 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
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 so long, I ran out of pen fluid

Chorus {except last

[Timbaland] Blue

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

[Timbaland] It over!

[Babe
Y'all chicks a lot, now you wanna hate me?
and Blue, Cagney and Lacey
Start the wars at 1.2
We gonna all of y'all what one joint do
You wanna get the third degree, cause you heard of me?
See thugs me, deep blood burgundy?
nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail 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 2 Live
what? Uh uh uh uh
What cha know this, ha?