Luyện nghe bài hát Technology (narration)

If the boogieman let you sleep
Count your blessings, now counting sheep
You clear your head and a spot for me
I climb in your bed my technology

You're laying lonely, I'm on the side of the planet
You get to me because of technological advancement
Luckily this ain't a zone, textin' messages on red roam
Come in the headphones, sextin' like I'm in the bedroom
We relying on reception, the satellite to it visual
Only as my connection, tonight the love I get is digital
Face time on the iOS, entertaiment for insomnia
your pixelated thigh and breast
Got me fiending like a zombie love
rubbin' on the speaker when you speakin'
Maybe we can go to like that
Hoping we can the frequency
And you can frequently release the freak that
It's the life I lead and my is different every week like that
Situation isn't gravy all the time, I it take a lot to be my bitch
Eyes on a mission, nights like I'm turning my
Put on my and I'm sleeping
when it's dipped in
Fly to the cellphone
Bring what's on your mind to
High definition, pull you my virtual reality
You wanna be bad to me, your battery

If the boogieman let you sleep
Count your blessings, now counting sheep
You clear your head and find a for me
I climb in your bed through my

When you in the for love
Give you my computer
All you do is in
I'm what you doing
like I'm in the room with you

Turn me on I'm feeling
Come I am the weefee
Power going deeply
Inside of you get it then repeat me
it doesn't take nothing for me to reboot
Simultaneously we and we hoot
Hard to hear us when that bumpin'
Have you shaking like a malfunction, DM's is
Your fingers be your box and you talking to me
Wish I hop on the screen
And be plompin and be rocking your G
some LTE
Don't you get on me
Cause I need this video to load immediately gotta it properly
is why I got the big screen
Straight colossal for the screen
Baby you're me so many
I think I finally you a dick meme saying
Hi my name is Hamed if you wanna then you gotta hop on
So much skin inside of my phone, that I have to label it the hot
Love connection, your butt
of my telephone I got a chub erection
I wish I could and get a hug caressing your body
Now you made blood your friend
Tecca I'm the prodigy
be having a sexual and frolicky
Obviously god this sex oughta be
Steve Jobs thank you for your

If the won't let you sleep
Count blessings, now you're counting sheep
You clear head and find a spot for me
I climb in your bed through my

When you in the for love
Give you my love
All you do is in
I'm what you doing
like I'm in the room with you