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, Squad
It be about us
Be about

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

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down
I wanna chick with thick
That her lips
She can be the office type or to strip
Girl you get me how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man ruinin' my high
Don't lose the feelin'
Cause the is chillin'
It's on & you lookin'
Good for the
I'm
in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You see the jewelery on my women
& I'm it up
The stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & in love
But love
Gotta do a little menage
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, frame is
in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I don't you to stop
You Need to come a little closer (You need to a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is ta (Like a Don is supposed ta)
believe
You with me
We'd be all night like we was on E
You need to the god & jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj
What's

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Verse 3: Fat Joe,

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the with my hat down
Michael style
Hot 7 who the now?
Not my fault cause love the kid
Ma be the or the whip
I don't what it is
We just & bullshit
Come on mommy put your body in
You gotta open
You came here the heart to cheat
So you to sing the song with me
All my ladies on

Ashanti (Fat Joe)
I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Don Joey on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't your 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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