Luyện nghe bài hát Digital Girl

I wanna see under there, baby

Who's peekin' in my window?
Uh, you should let 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 ain't a
We would cross paths an intersection
But she just too far away for
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 remember Amy, she to AIM me
She up late, and used to blame me
She said I'm too wild, she tame me
I told her even Photoshop change me
But you-you-you, you got me open girl, why
We ain't tryna settle, so why try?
End the with 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 legs ?light up? when they're in them shoes, oh
I it, girl
The way your lips looks after you the gloss
Ah, I it, girl, girl
You look in the screen then 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 got you right 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
Even though I this distance, it keeps me persistent
One day have your ass up in this kitchen

My girl, 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 swear you have 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 up the tattoo by the waist
Let the "MC Serch" I reach "3rd Base"
And I get home I'ma hit home plate
Wait, could this be considered our first
"'Ye, the picture looks so trash"
Your body make a baller spend cooked coke
Plus every good girl go bad
In Playboy mags like Dash
Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it
You know what's a crazy
Some make you wait longer than A.C. Green
Passion of the Christ, 33-Year Old
disrespectful baby, don't encourage him
I 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Persian
Dashiki, kimono, or
say I dress white, but my swag so urban
Tryin' my luck, I hit her the text 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, girl (She's my girl)
(She's my digital 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