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 trust

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

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, down baby
Let you know from the gate I go down lady
I wanna with thick hips
That licks her
She can be the office type or like to
Girl you get me how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my
Don't lose the feelin'
Cause the roof is
It's on fire & you
Good for the
I'm
Other in a hoodie or a I'ma provider
You see the jewelery on my women
& I'm it up
The squad stay feelin' the
With Chicks willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in
But love
Gotta do a little menage
After the
me & you
Could slide 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, is little
Tattoo in your chest his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a I just crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I don't 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 hard 8 at the Taj
love?

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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 they the kid
Ma be the or the whip
I know what it is
We just & bullshit
on mommy put your body in motion
You gotta open
You came here the heart to cheat
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 Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your (Yeah)
Just break my (Uh)
cut you no sack (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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