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 females shine on track
You I ain't biased
I ain't racist
So let uhh.. Mocha bring it in

The one boss bitch, not on that horse
Honey I score with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, they on the floor
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a chick
Got off the wall shit, who could be thick?
I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either em
My style is my own, and a shorty, can't it
So - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on
Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all on
to battle? It's 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, take you on on the track
I'll yo' ass on a trip, and you never come 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 know this, ha? You don't know
Lemme show you this, ha? We gon' blow
We don't go without hits, ha? Get the
You can doubt this, ha? Ha?

Y'all go and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong
but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)
I speak facts to clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me
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
why they can't keep they eyes off me?
Y'all chicks 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
That's why you not a
Wanna know how you could be down
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
Been through it, put too much it
And writin so long, I ran out of pen

Chorus {except line}

[Timbaland] Babe

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

[Timbaland] It over!

Blue]
Y'all talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?
Moch' and Blue, and Lacey
the biddin 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?
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, 1 Life 2 Live
what? Uh uh uh uh
What cha about this, ha?