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

Yo, yo
Can I you on by my word spell
into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't
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 gang of
Light glance, still street the doo-rag
Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do

Watch mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and out
changed game don't run me, I run the game
If I keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' my mental
Natural hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through
Got mine it from 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 girl
(La, la, la)

Yo, yo I can why you're scared of Eve
I did it one way, ain't prepared for me
Huh, mad an image I don't care to be
Realness, shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that's the in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your
of fresh air
Little boys me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair

Why you listenin' to other shit? You go the here
Come on try your shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left
Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my
Same way they get down I get down for paper
lean from my pence so you can test her
Still to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the
Bottom my world, my way any questions

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

Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this bitch
I'm a get bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to while most of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly I want from me, you cats is clueless
the flow 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 mommy taught her

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

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