Luyện nghe bài hát Who's That Girl

Yo, yo, yo
They know

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

Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my spell
Look into my eyes, think I want you, tell
Me I it sexy, daddy so I can't fail
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 of cash
Light glance, still street with the
Slang, game, change speech, how they do that?

Watch they mouths drop, the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, on and knock out
Ain't 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 born hustlin' bitch, check I've been through
Got mine took it from you, and now you slot
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot

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

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

Why you listenin' to other shit? You go the best
on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get there
known for frontin' vouch for my behavior
Same way they get down I get for this paper
Sixteen lean from my so you can test her
Still need to who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a 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 girl
(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 what I want me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the through my hands like water
Heat starts growing my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck you bought her
He spend, you owe, what mommy taught her

So hardball is played, starve today
Song after I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up the second round
Now bitch swallow it up, I shove it down
Make em love me over again and over 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 your

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