Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

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

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

they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and out
Ain't game don't run me, I run the game
If I keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, broads ain't fuckin' with my mental
born hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through
Got mine it from 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)
that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)

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

Why you listenin' to other shit? You go the here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left
Ain't known for frontin' for my behavior
Same way they get down I get for this paper
Sixteen lean my pence so you can test her
Still need to who I am, then cop the record
it like 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)
Who's that
(La, la, la)
that girl
(La, la, la)

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

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

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