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 girl
(La, la, la)

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

Watch mouths drop, watch 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 gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to
Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' with my
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check I've been through
Got mine took it you, and now you slot mine
to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms

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

Yo, yo I can understand why scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain't 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 life
of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest

Why you listenin' to other 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 frontin' for my behavior
Same way they get down I get down for paper
lean from my pence so you can test her
Still to know who I am, then cop the record
it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any

Who's that
(La, la, la)
Eve's girl
(La, la, la)
Who's girl?
(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 borderline
Know exactly what I from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my hands water
Heat starts growing from my son or my
Eve want her own cash, fuck what you her
He spend, you owe, that's what taught her

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