Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna

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

Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my spell
into my eyes, think I want you, can't 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 gang of
glist now, 'cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the
Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do

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

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

Why you to other shit? You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest
Bet you anything you ready and you get left there
known 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, cop the record
Take it a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom my world, my way any questions

that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)
that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(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 what I want me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the through my hands like water
Heat starts growing my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck you bought her
He spend, you owe, what mommy taught her

So hardball is played, won't today
Song song I write so I get paid
I wasn't followin' up with the second round
Now bitch swallow it up, while I shove it
Make em love me over again and your name
Betcha get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me, I ain't to
to plan B baby, I can feel your pain

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