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

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

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

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

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

Why you listenin' to other You go the best here
on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left
known for frontin' vouch for my behavior
Same way they get down I get down for 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
Bottom line my world, my way any

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

Uh, yo moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'm a get this anyway that I do this shit
I was to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you is clueless
the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing 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 I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up with the round
Now bitch swallow it up, while I it down
Make em me over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me, I ain't to
Back to plan B baby, I can feel pain

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