Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna

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

Yo, yo
Can I you on by my word spell
Look into my eyes, think I want you, tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em
Call me misfit, lips a gang of trash
glist now, 'cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the
Slang, spit game, change speech, how do that?

Watch mouths drop, watch the crowds 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 so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy ain't fuckin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check what been through
Got mine took it from you, and now you mine
to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms

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

Yo, yo I can why you're scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain't for me
Huh, mad an image I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, 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 their wall, I grow 'em chest

Why you to other shit? You go the best here
Come on try your 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 down I get for this paper
Sixteen lean from my so you can test her
need to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the
Bottom line my world, my way any

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

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

So hardball is played, won't today
Song after song I write so I get
Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second
Now bitch swallow it up, I shove it down
Make em love me over again and over your
Betcha they get your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me, I ain't to
to plan B baby, I can feel your pain

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