Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna

that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(La, la, la)
Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)

Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my spell
Look into my eyes, think I you, can't tell
Me I it sexy, daddy so I can't fail
Keep it for the cowards so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now, 'cause I a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the
Slang, spit game, change speech, how do that?

Watch they mouths drop, watch the pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, on and knock out
changed game don't run me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to
Like simple, dizzy broads ain't with my mental
Natural born bitch, check what I've been through
Got mine it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot

Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(La, la, la)
Who's girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(La, la, la)

Yo, yo I can why you're scared of Eve
I did it one way, ain't prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an image I care to be
Realness, shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the in your life
of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I 'em chest hair

Why you listenin' to other You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest
Bet you you ain't ready and you get left there
Ain't known for vouch for my behavior
Same way they get down I get for this paper
Sixteen lean from my pence so you can her
need to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the
line my world, my way any questions

Who's that
(La, la, la)
that girl
(La, la, la)
Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(La, la, la)

Uh, yo moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'm a get this bank that I do this shit
I was born to shine most of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is
Dispose the flow through my hands water
starts growing from my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, what you bought her
He spend, you owe, that's what mommy her

So hardball is played, starve today
Song after song I so I get paid
Thought I followin' up with the second round
Now swallow it up, while I shove it down
Make em me over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your and over your fame
Why you sad at me, I ain't to blame
to plan B baby, I can feel your pain

Who's that
(La, la, la)
that girl
(La, la, la)
Who's that
(La, la, la)
that girl
(La, la, la)