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 this
You I ain't biased
I racist either
So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha it in

The one boss bitch, not on that shit
Honey I wanna with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a chick
Got off the wall shit, who be more thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either em
My is my own, and a shorty, can't test it
So - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on
handle-arm, while y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on
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, believe, they got a PILE for me

Chorus: 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 and yap on, I'ma 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, feedback? Keep
Bet-ta back, never see me slack
Break your kneecaps - then, you do three laps
Tryin to see half a mil, y'all - dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - to crack
Wonder why they can't keep they 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 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}

[Timbaland] Blue

Blue]
Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's
Shook out your mind, cause my near
All y'all demo chicks see me you master yours
I surpass you whores, then I smash broads
Shorty, don't get your hopes high, the most high
Babe Blue, loca
I crush all those, small hoes,
My clothes is better than your wardrobe
You ain't seein mine, I right in the club
You one of them chicks be in line
Me? Studded out, ice out
Bitch you ain't - please, cut it out
Bronx to the death, we gon' raw
Timbaland got beats, what you shit for?
Forget yours, and Blue, comin through
Bystorm, Z Man, tell me you gon' 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 gonna show all of y'all what one do
You wanna get the third degree, cause you never of me?
See thugs murder me, deep burgundy?
nah, see I'm tryin 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
Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh
(1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2
what? Uh uh uh uh
What cha know this, ha?