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 (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
What's
It's us {It's about us
about trust 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 babe {Be about
What's

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow baby
Let you from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick
That licks her
She can be the office type or 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 roof is
It's on & you lookin'
for the gettin'
I'm
Other in a hoodie or a I'ma provider
You should see the on my women
& I'm it up
The squad feelin' the truck
With that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & in love
But what's
Gotta do a little menage
After the
me & you
Could just for a few
& she could too
love!

Verse 2: Fat Joe
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got
You man
But you need to
you got something with you
Ass is fat, is little
Tattoo in 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 (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed ta)
believe
You with me
We'd be all night like we was on E
You to trust the god & jump in the car
For a hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
love?

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Verse 3: Fat Joe,

Yeah, uh, yo, I in the club with my hat down
Jack style
Hot 7 who the now?
Not my fault cause they the kid
Ma be the chain or the
I don't what it is
We party & bullshit
Come on put your body in motion
You gotta nigga
You came here 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 want the Don Joey on top of me (Uh-huh)
want your stacks (Yeah)
Just my back (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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