Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Talkin' About - Timbaland

(What cha 'bout?)
[Repeat above intro]

[Lil' Uh oh
Ha ha,
Uh oh,
[Timb] y'all
[Lil' Man]
[Timb] y'all
[Lil' What? Check it out

Man]
I'm the Lil' Man, join with the
People walkin' around to theyself "Damn!"
People can't realize who the who I am
I'm like the VCR tech call bad
People don't what they gonna see next
They see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
Or doin' a duet with the group Beck
Or back in the studio gettin', sex

[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips
Man] Timbaland where you at?

Here I go boy, I got yo' back a Tec 9
You see niggas creepin', what?
I thought you knew, I you so
Never, step over my toe (nah nah)
I got nigga (what what)
From the "V", Static, you at?

Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then that shit up
If ya at the club, then tear the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep in lumps
Nigga, my taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' beats, Timbaland

Man & Timbaland]
[1] - What cha 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B

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[Lil'
that guitar, man, eh, and damn!
That shit is tight like a of crisps
to the words that I spit, makin' ya sick
It's the Man puttin' it down
Got all my females around
It's that little voice that's ya tickle
on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor

Are you (Yes, I'm drunk)
Are you (Yes, I'm pump)
Do you wanna see the party get
(Yes, I pump)
This ain't nuthin' but a (Say what?)
the party (Where ya goin'?)
Hearty, I gotta my way back to the crib
I forgot I was on probation (Yeah that is real)
But ain't gon' happen to me
Magoo, finish it

Ha ha,
One more from VA
Yes, your southern
Keep two Tecs in my Lex, I'm sensitive
All my competition wishin' for my demise
'cause I'm like my dick, we'll ever be on the rise
Get between thighs, and fuck until I'm stuck
Order the main course, four bitches, I'm duck
How da you payin' a bitch just to fuck?
If a bitch want for me, pray for luck
thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo' ass a check, nigga kiss my ass
Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches, 'cause hoe's be
Me and Timbaland still friends and continuous
Oh, a web we weave
I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seen
Possible, if you got they blaze a zing
of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name

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is how we do it
We make it ride on
Like fluid
is how we do
We make it on through
liquid fluid, what?
Me and my
I you hear you little airplanes flyin' around
Yeah, a couple people lookin' forward to this
Now we be out
For the '98

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