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 that
(La, la, la)
that girl
(La, la, la)

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

Watch they mouths drop, 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 gotta keep it so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' my mental
born hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through
Got mine took it from you, and now you slot
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot

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

Yo, yo I can understand why you're of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain't for me
Huh, mad cause an I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, spit
Attitude rude, that's the in I
me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I '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 there
Ain't known for 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, cop the record
it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any

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

Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this bitch
I'm a get this bank anyway that I do shit
I was born to shine most of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you 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 hardball is played, won't starve
Song after song I write so I get
Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second
Now bitch swallow it up, I shove it down
Make em love me over and over your name
Betcha they get over style and over your fame
Why you sad at me, I ain't to blame
Back to plan B baby, I can your pain

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