Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna

Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(La, la, la)
that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(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, daddy so I fail
Keep it 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, still street with the
Slang, spit game, speech, how they do that?

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

that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)
Who's 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 don't 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
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the scared
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get there
Ain't known for frontin' for my behavior
Same way they get down I get down for this
Sixteen lean from my so you can test her
Still to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the
Bottom my world, my way any questions

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 power moves is made by this thorough bitch
I'm a get this anyway that I do this shit
I was born to while most of y'all was borderline bullshit
exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my like water
Heat starts from my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck what you her
He spend, you owe, that's mommy taught her

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

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