Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

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

Yo, yo
Can I you on by my word spell
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't
Me I keep it sexy, so I can't fail
it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now, 'cause I a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the
Slang, spit game, speech, how they do that?

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

Who's girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's 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
Thought I did it one way, prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an image I care to be
Realness, real shit, reality
Attitude rude, the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the in your 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 luck 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 for this paper
Sixteen from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, then cop the
Take it a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any

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

Uh, yo moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'm a get this bank anyway that I do this
I was born to shine while most of was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is
Dispose the flow through my hands like
Heat starts growing from my son or my
Eve want her own cash, fuck 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
I wasn't followin' up with the second round
Now bitch it up, while I shove it down
Make em love me over again and over your
Betcha get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me, I to blame
Back to plan B baby, I can feel pain

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