Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna

Who's that
(La, la, la)
that girl
(La, la, la)
Who's girl?
(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, so I can't fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I 'em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a of trash
Wrist now, 'cause I make a gang of cash
glance, still street with the doo-rag
Slang, spit game, speech, how they do that?

Watch mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads the screw face, smash on and knock out
Ain't changed game run me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, broads ain't fuckin' with my mental
Natural hustlin' bitch, check what 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)
that girl
(La, la, la)
Who's girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)

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

Why you to other shit? You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get there
Ain't for frontin' vouch for my behavior
way they get down I get down for this paper
Sixteen from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, then cop the
it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom my world, my way any questions

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

Uh, yo power moves is everyday by this thorough bitch
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 from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my hands 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 is played, won't starve today
Song after song I so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second
Now swallow it up, while I shove it down
Make em love me over again and your name
Betcha get over your style and over your fame
Why you sad at me, I ain't to blame
Back to B baby, I can feel your pain

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