Luyện nghe bài hát Technology (narration)

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

You're laying lonely, I'm on the other side of the
You get to show me because of technological
Luckily this a dead 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 good as my connection, 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
Finger rubbin' on the speaker you speakin'
Maybe we can go to sleep that
we can keep the frequency
And you can frequently release the freak like
It's the life I lead and my availability is different week like that
Situation isn't gravy all the time, I know it take a lot to be my
Eyes on a mission, nights I'm turning my device
Put on my and I'm sleeping
Bright it's dipped in
Fly to the cellphone
Bring on your mind to fruition
definition, pull you into my virtual reality
You wanna be bad to me, charge your

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

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

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

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

you in the mood for love
Give you my love
All you do is in
I'm watching what you
It's I'm in the room with you