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

The one boss bitch, not on that horse
Honey I wanna with, money, I'm all for it
the raw shit, they on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor
Got off the shit, who could be more thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, bricks
As for the mic, I can flow out, or either bless em
My is my own, and a shorty, can't test it
So - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble 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 you on on the track
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come
Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't
When I'm done, better believe, they got a for me

Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)

What cha know about this, ha? You know
Lemme show you 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 act on what you rap on (say what?)
I facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks
that, relax, feedback? Keep that
Bet-ta ease back, see me slack
Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three
Tryin to see half a mil, y'all - dingy stacks
for - in sacks, tote - ki's to crack
Wonder why they can't they eyes off me?
Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime 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 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] Blue

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

[Timbaland] It over!

[Babe
Y'all chicks a lot, now you wanna hate me?
Moch' and Blue, and Lacey
Start the biddin 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 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 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, 1 Life 2 Live
What Uh uh uh uh
What cha know this, ha?