Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

Who's that
(La, la, la)
that girl
(La, la, la)
Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(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, daddy so I can't
Keep it for the cowards so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of
Wrist glist now, 'cause I make a gang of
Light glance, street with the doo-rag
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
Ain't changed don't run me, I run the game
If I keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, broads ain't fuckin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check I've been through
Got took it from you, and now you slot mine
to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms

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

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

Why you to other shit? You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest
Bet you you ain't ready and you get left there
Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my
Same way they get down I get for this paper
Sixteen lean from my pence so you can her
Still need to 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 girl
(La, la, la)
Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)

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

So hardball is played, won't today
Song after I write so I get paid
I wasn't followin' up with the second round
Now bitch swallow it up, I shove it down
Make em love me over again and your name
they 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 girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)
Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's that
(La, la, la)