Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

Who's 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 you, can't tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't
Keep it gangsta for the 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 with the
Slang, game, change speech, how they do that?

they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, 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 to change
Like simple, dizzy ain't fuckin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check what I've through
Got mine took it from you, and now you slot
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm dot coms

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

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

Why you to other shit? You go the best here
on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't and you get left there
Ain't known for vouch for my behavior
Same way they get down I get down for paper
Sixteen lean from my pence so you can her
need to know who I am, then cop the record
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)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)

Uh, yo moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'm a get bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline
Know what I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my 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 what mommy 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 they get over your style and your fame
Why you sad at me, I ain't to blame
Back to plan B baby, I can feel your

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