Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

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

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

Watch mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads 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 to change
Like simple, broads ain't fuckin' with my mental
Natural born 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

that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)
that 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, prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, spit
Attitude rude, the Philly in I
me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I 'em chest hair

Why you listenin' to other shit? You go the here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the scared
Bet you you ain't ready and you get left there
Ain't known for vouch for my behavior
Same way get down I get down for this paper
Sixteen from my pence so you can test her
Still to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a 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 that
(La, la, la)

Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by thorough bitch
I'm a get bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to while most of y'all was borderline bullshit
exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my
Eve want her own cash, what you bought her
He spend, you owe, what mommy taught her

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

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