Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

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

Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my spell
Look into my eyes, I want you, can't tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't
it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now, I make a gang of cash
Light glance, street with the doo-rag
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 game don't run me, I run the
If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm to change
Like simple, dizzy broads fuckin' with my mental
born hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through
Got took it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm dot coms

Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(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 cause an image I care to be
Realness, shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that's the in I
me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of air
Little boys hang me on wall, I grow 'em chest hair

Why you listenin' to shit? 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
Ain't for frontin' vouch for my behavior
Same way they get down I get for this paper
Sixteen from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, cop the record
Take it a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom my world, my way any questions

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

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

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

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