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

love?

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

Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) Joe
love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
What's
It's us {It's about us
It's about babe {Be about trust
What's (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh
What's
It should be about us {It should be us
It should be about trust {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 chick with 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 talk to much man your ruinin' my
Don't wanna the feelin'
Cause the is chillin'
It's on & you lookin'
for the gettin'
I'm
in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You see the jewelery on my women
& I'm it up
The squad stay feelin' the
Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you man & your in love
But what's
Gotta do a little menage
the party
me & you
Could just for a few
& she come too
love!

Verse 2: Fat Joe
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I you got issues
You man
But you to understand
That you got something you
Ass is fat, frame is
Tattoo in chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a I just crush a lot
& the way you shake booty I don't want you to stop
You to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is ta (Like a Don is supposed ta)
believe
You leave 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 with my hat down
Jack style
Hot 7 who the now?
Not my fault cause love the kid
Ma be the chain or the
I know what it is
We just party &
Come on put your body in motion
You nigga open
You came with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the with me
All my come on

Ashanti (Fat Joe)
When I look in your eyes no stopin' me
I the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't your stacks (Yeah)
break my back (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)

Chorus 2