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 trust

Chorus: (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe
What's (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 trust babe {Be about
love? (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 babe {Be trust
What's

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down
Let you know the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with 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 ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the
Cause the roof is
on fire & you lookin'
Good for the
I'm
in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the on my women
& I'm it up
The stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks that's to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in
But what's
do with a little menage
After the
me & you
Could slide for a few
& she could 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
in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I just a lot
& the way you your booty I don't want you to stop
You Need to come a closer (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is ta)
believe
You leave me
We'd be freakin' all night we was on E
You to trust the god & jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj
What's

Chorus

Verse 3: Fat Joe,

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club my hat down
Michael Jack
Hot 7 who the mack
Not my cause they love the kid
Ma be the chain or the
I don't know it is
We party & bullshit
Come on mommy put body in motion
You nigga open
You came with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song me
All my come on

Ashanti (Fat Joe)
When I look in eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Don Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my (Uh)
cut you no sack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it that (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