Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)
that 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 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, lips spit a gang of
glist now, 'cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the
Slang, game, change speech, how they do that?

Watch mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the face, smash on and knock out
changed game don't run me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to
Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' with my
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check I've been through
Got mine took it 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, prepared for me
Huh, mad an image I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, reality
Attitude rude, the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your
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
known for frontin' vouch for my behavior
Same way get down I get down for this paper
Sixteen lean from my so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, cop the record
it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any

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

Uh, yo power moves is everyday by this thorough bitch
I'm a get this bank anyway that I do this
I was born to shine while of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I 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, that's what mommy 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 bitch swallow it up, I shove it down
em love 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

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