Luyện nghe bài hát Digital Girl

I wanna see under there, baby

Who's 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 just call
And 'em both here to the condo
Yeah, normally it a question
We would cross paths an intersection
But she just too far away for
So I pray that we never a connection
'Cause I remember Stacy, she hate me
She to threaten she had a man to replace me
She talk that shit, I hit the escape key
And then she get mad and go and erase me
And I remember Amy, she to AIM me
She stayed up late, and to blame me
She I'm too wild, she wanna tame me
I told her even Photoshop change me
But you-you-you, you got me girl, why lie?
We even tryna settle, so why try?
End the night a kiss and a bye bye
No strings attached, your love is so

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

My girl, 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 message of X's and O's
You shoot me a video and then
though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent
One day I'll 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)
Without you on my (Shawty)
Donna underwear (Baby) (Babe, I swear you have nothing to worry about)
I wanna see what's under there, baby (It's easy, lemme explain)

When you take the picture, cut off face
And cover up the tattoo by the
Let the "MC Serch" 'til I "3rd Base"
And when I get home I'ma hit plate
Wait, could this be our first date?
"'Ye, the picture looks so trash"
Your make a baller spend cooked coke cash
Plus good girl wanna go bad
In Playboy mags Stacy Dash
Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it
You know what's a crazy
Some girls'll make you wait longer than A.C.
of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin
That's disrespectful baby, don't him
I like 'em brown, yellow, Rican, or Persian
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 digital girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my girl)

Oh baby I cheatin', no no
I lyin', no no
Why you on me
I cheatin', no no
I lyin', no no
Why you on me