Luyện nghe bài hát Love Is Digi/Part II

Your so Digi, ah
You me dizzy, ah
Your so Digi, ah

Yo, heart poundin, chart
God astounded, rounded
Lost and founded, surrounded
By these hoes who count it

the whip then dismount it
Forty ounce, I down 'em
Shorties drowns in of love
these ounces I be loungin

Roof thugs chew on
Maneuver hoods and clubs
Purple by the bush
Dick is curved like Nike

Push, push in bush
Guaranteed to make her
Red bone, on tilt
Six hundred phone bill

Big trucks, shell toe
Velcro's loose, hell hold
Sell no pills, no deals
styles, just no frills

You best to chill,
Nigga, yeah, you to chill

Yo, women I 'em, leave 'em
'em but I don't trust 'em
The reason most men be
My lovin' Digi, you me?

My finger 'em
They sell me off in
I love 'em
They me back in return

I'm just a man
Head smart, strong
Got my on
Throw a mean dart, it, we on

And got fly talk
I that ass to the curb
You on the
You gon' the Dons words

Your so Digi, ah
You me dizzy, ah

Hypnotized by her and thighs
on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie
The H E Double N E, S Y
Got me in the vibe, her ass is sized

I can see the up in her eyes
We'll be high, keep her occupied
Til' the sunrise, I beat it up
Then she can't deny she heard the cry

her ass down with some crucial lines
Nasty darts known to seduce the
She all up in my world, she ain't my girl
But she my world produce dollar signs

in my ear she'll swallow mine
Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the
Like she was the one or her head was bum
I be dumb, sprung and call her mine

love so Digi, ah
You me dizzy, ah
Your so Digi, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah