Luyện nghe bài hát Digital Girl

I see what's under there, baby

Who's peekin' in my window?
Uh, you let some more skin show
And if one of these get the info
Wii can work it out, no
I hit Alt, Tab
in between two convos
I just call cabs
And bring 'em here to the condo
Yeah, normally it a question
We would cross paths an intersection
But she too far away for affection
So I that we never lose a connection
'Cause I remember Stacy, she prolly me
She used to threaten she had a man to me
She talk 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 to blame me
She said I'm too wild, she wanna me
I her even Photoshop couldn't change me
But you-you-you, you got me girl, why lie?
We even tryna settle, so why try?
End the night with a 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 legs ?light up? when in them shoes, oh
I it, girl
The way your lips looks after you the gloss
Ah, I it, girl, girl
You look right in the screen 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 got you right here for me
Tucked, in my Louis bag
Wherever you are, I be
I type you a full of X's and O's
You shoot me a and then upload
Even though I hate this distance, it me persistent
One day I'll have your ass up in 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, look explain)

you take the picture, cut off your face
And cover up the by the waist
Let the "MC Serch" I reach "3rd Base"
And when I get home I'ma hit home
Wait, could be considered our first date?
"'Ye, the picture just so trash"
Your body make a baller spend cooked coke
every good girl wanna go bad
In Playboy mags like Stacy
Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it
You know what's a thing?
Some girls'll you wait longer than A.C. Green
Passion of the Christ, 33-Year Old
disrespectful baby, don't encourage him
I like 'em brown, yellow, Rican, or Persian
Dashiki, kimono, or
They say I white, but my swag so urban
my luck, I hit her with the text say
"Baby you up," Question
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, (She's my digital 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