Luyện nghe bài hát What's Love Got To Do With It

Fat
Put the mic on
Mic is on
Joe the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah,
Irv

What's

Fat
Ashanti, Terror, Terror
It should be us
Be about

Chorus: (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe
What's (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
What's
about us {It's about us
It's about babe {Be about trust
What's love? (Got to do, got to do it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh
love?
It should be about us {It should be us
It should be trust babe {Be about trust
love?

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow baby
Let you know from the gate I go down lady
I wanna with thick hips
That licks her
She can be the type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you in my eye
But you to much man your ruinin' my high
Don't lose the feelin'
the roof is chillin'
It's on fire & you
for the gettin'
I'm
Other in a or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the on my women
& I'm it up
The squad feelin' the truck
With Chicks willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in
But love
Gotta do with a little
the party
me & you
Could just for a few
& she could too
love!

Verse 2: Fat Joe
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I you got issues
You man
But you need to
That you got with you
Ass is fat, is little
Tattoo in chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I want you to stop
You Need to come a little closer (You to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed ta)
believe
You with me
We'd be freakin' all night we was on E
You need to trust the god & in the car
For a little 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's

Chorus

Verse 3: Fat Joe,

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club my hat down
Jack style
Hot 7 who the mack
Not my fault they love the kid
Ma be the chain or the
I know what it is
We just party &
Come on mommy put body in motion
You nigga open
You came here with the heart to
So you need to sing the song me
All my ladies on

Ashanti (Fat Joe)
When I look in your eyes no stopin' me
I want the Don Joey on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want stacks (Yeah)
Just break my (Uh)
Gonna cut you no (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like (Uh, Come On)
on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

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