Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna

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

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

Watch they mouths drop, 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 gritty so be it, I'm supposed to
Like simple, dizzy broads fuckin' with my mental
Natural hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through
Got mine took it you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm 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 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, the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your
Breath of air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I 'em chest hair

Why you listenin' to other 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 they get down I get down for this
Sixteen lean from my so you can test her
need to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any

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

Uh, yo power is made 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 bullshit
Know exactly I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my like water
Heat growing 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 hardball is played, starve today
Song song I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't up with the second round
Now bitch swallow it up, I shove it down
Make em love me again and over your name
Betcha 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 pain

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