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

You see? I think it's for me put it down..
.. for my females,
I'ma let my shine on this 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 wanna with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you I'm a poor chick
Got off the shit, who could be more thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or 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 y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my on
Ceram' handle-arm, y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, 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, I'll you on on the track
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you come back
Though this a freestyle, these ain't free
When I'm done, better believe, got a PILE for me

Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)

What cha know about this, ha? You don't
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 and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong
but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)
I facts to beat 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 half a mil, y'all - dingy
for - weed in sacks, tote - to crack
Wonder why can't keep they eyes off me?
chicks 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
That's why you not a
Wanna how you could be down too?
Can not do, em say "ahhh, oohh"
Been through it, put too into it
And so long, I ran out of pen fluid

Chorus {except line}

[Timbaland] Babe

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

[Timbaland] It over!

Blue]
Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you hate me?
and Blue, Cagney and Lacey
Start the wars at 1.2
We show all of y'all what one joint do
You get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?
See thugs murder me, deep 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
(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?