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

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

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow baby
Let you know from the gate I go down lady
I chick with thick hips
licks her lips
She can be the office or like to strip
Girl you get me how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my
wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the is chillin'
on fire & you lookin'
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 that's to triz with us uh
You say you man & your in love
But love
do with a little menage
After the
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 your chest his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I crush a lot
& the way you shake your I don't want you to stop
You Need to come a closer (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you my arm like a Don is supposed 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
love?

Chorus

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 chain or the
I know what it is
We just party &
Come on mommy put your body in
You gotta nigga
You came with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the with me
All my come 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)
break my back (Uh)
Gonna cut you no (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, 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