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 ain't
I ain't either
So I'ma let uhh.. 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 quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor
Got off the wall shit, who could be thick?
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, can't it
So y'all - on, I'ma get my gamble on
handle-arm, while y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, take 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 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: Timbaland and Blue (repeat 2X)

What cha about this, ha? You don't know
show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow
We don't go hits, ha? Get the dough
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 to beat clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, Keep that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me
Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three
Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy
for - in sacks, tote - ki's to crack
Wonder why they can't keep 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
why you not a threat
Wanna know how you be down too?
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
through it, put too much into it
And writin so long, I ran out of pen

Chorus {except line}

Babe Blue

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

[Timbaland] It over!

Blue]
Y'all chicks a lot, now you wanna hate me?
and Blue, Cagney and Lacey
Start the biddin at 1.2
We gonna show all of y'all one joint do
You wanna get the third degree, cause you heard of me?
See thugs murder me, blood burgundy?
nah, see I'm tryin 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 Life 2 baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 2 Live
what? Uh uh uh uh
What cha know this, ha?