Luyện nghe bài hát Digital Girl

I see what's under there, baby

Who's that peekin' in my
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
in between two convos
I should just call
And bring 'em both to the condo
Yeah, it ain't a question
We would cross paths like an
But she just too far for affection
So I pray that we lose a connection
I remember Stacy, she prolly 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 up late, and used 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 open girl, why
We even tryna settle, so why try?
End the night with a and a bye bye
No strings attached, your love is so

I love it,
The way you bring light into this room
Uh, I love it,
The way your legs up? when they're in them shoes, oh
I it, girl
The way your looks after you apply the gloss
Ah, I love it, girl,
You right 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 never see you
But I got you right here for me
Tucked, in my computer bag
Wherever you are, I be
I type you a full of X's and O's
You me a video and then upload
though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent
One day I'll 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 underwear (Baby) (Babe, I swear you have nothing to worry about)
I wanna see what's under there, (It's easy, look lemme explain)

When you the picture, cut off your face
And cover up the tattoo by the
Let the "MC Serch" 'til I "3rd Base"
And I get home I'ma hit home plate
Wait, could be considered our first date?
"'Ye, the just looks so trash"
Your body make a baller spend cooked coke
Plus every good girl go bad
In mags like Stacy Dash
Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it
You what's a crazy thing?
Some girls'll make you longer than A.C. Green
of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin
That's 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
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 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