Luyện nghe bài hát Digital Girl

I wanna see what's under there,

that peekin' in my window?
Uh, you let some more skin show
And if one of websites get the info
Wii can work it out, no
I hit Alt, Tab
Switchin' in between two
I should call cabs
And bring 'em both here to the
Yeah, it ain't a question
We cross paths like an intersection
But she too far away for affection
So I pray that we lose a connection
I remember Stacy, she prolly hate me
She used to threaten she had a man to me
She that shit, I just hit the escape key
And then she get mad and go and erase me
And I Amy, she used to AIM me
She stayed up late, and used to me
She said I'm too wild, she tame me
I told her even couldn't change me
But you-you-you, you got me girl, why lie?
We even tryna settle, so why try?
End the with a kiss and a bye bye
No strings attached, love is so Wi-Fi

I it, girl
The way you your light into this room
Uh, I it, girl
The way your ?light up? when they're in them shoes, oh
I love it,
The way your lips after you apply the gloss
Ah, I love it, girl,
You look in the screen then take it o-off, off

My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,
(She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,
(She's my girl)

My homies see you
But I always got you here for me
Tucked, in my computer bag
you are, I could be
I type you a full of X's and O's
You shoot me a video and upload
Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me
One day have your ass up in this kitchen

My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,
(She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,
(My girl)

Not a day by (Shawty)
you on my mind (Shawty)
Donna Karan underwear (Baby) (Babe, I you have nothing to worry about)
I wanna see under there, baby (It's easy, look lemme explain)

When you take the picture, cut off face
And cover up the by the waist
Let the "MC Serch" 'til I "3rd Base"
And I get home I'ma hit home plate
Wait, could this be our first date?
"'Ye, the just looks so trash"
Your make a baller spend cooked coke cash
Plus good girl wanna go bad
In Playboy like Stacy Dash
Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it
You what's a crazy thing?
Some make you wait longer than A.C. Green
Passion of the Christ, Old Virgin
That's baby, don't encourage him
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or
Dashiki, kimono, or
They say I dress white, but my swag so
Tryin' my luck, I hit her with the say
"Baby you up," mark
And she respond, "Yes-S-S-I-R"

Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,
(She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, my girl, my girl, my
(She's my digital girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, (She's my digital girl)
(She's my girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital girl)

Oh I ain't cheatin', no no
I lyin', no no
Why you on me
I cheatin', no no
I lyin', no no
Why you on me