Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna

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

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

they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the face, smash on and knock 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, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check I've been through
Got mine it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, I'm ownin' dot coms

Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)
Who's girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(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 image I care to be
Realness, real shit, reality
Attitude rude, that's the in I
me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of air
Little boys me on their 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 known for vouch for my behavior
Same way they get down I get down for paper
Sixteen lean from my pence so you can her
Still need to who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and the lesson
Bottom my world, my way any questions

Who's girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)
Who's that
(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 bullshit
exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my
Eve her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe, what mommy taught her

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

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