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 girl
(La, la, la)

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

they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads the screw 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 what been through
Got mine took it you, and now you slot mine
to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms

Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's 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, real shit, reality
rude, that's the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the 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
Come on try luck shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get there
Ain't for frontin' vouch for my behavior
Same way get down I get down for this paper
lean from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, then cop the
Take it like a class on me and learn the
line my world, my way any questions

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

Uh, yo moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'm a get this bank anyway that I do shit
I was born to while most of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow my hands like 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 up with the second round
Now swallow it up, while I shove it down
Make em love me over again and over name
Betcha they get over style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me, I to blame
to plan B baby, I can feel your pain

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