Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

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

Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my spell
Look my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of
glist now, 'cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, street with the doo-rag
Slang, game, change speech, how they do that?

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

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

Yo, yo I can understand why you're of Eve
Thought I did it one way, prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an I don't care to be
Realness, shit, spit reality
rude, that's the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in life
Breath of air
Little boys hang me on wall, I grow 'em chest hair

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

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

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

So is played, won't starve today
Song after I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up the second round
Now bitch it up, while I shove it down
Make em love me again and over your name
Betcha they get over your style and over fame
Why you lookin' sad at me, I to blame
Back to plan B baby, I can your pain

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