Luyện nghe bài hát Digital Girl

I see what's under there, baby

Who's that peekin' in my
Uh, you should let some more show
And if one of websites get the info
Wii can it out, no Nintendo
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 paths like an intersection
But she just too far for affection
So I pray we never lose a connection
'Cause I remember Stacy, she prolly me
She used to she had a man to replace me
She that shit, I just hit the escape key
And she get mad and wanna go and erase me
And I remember Amy, she to AIM me
She stayed up late, and to blame me
She said I'm too wild, she tame me
I told her even Photoshop couldn't me
But you-you-you, you got me girl, why lie?
We ain't tryna settle, so why try?
End the night with a and a bye bye
No strings attached, your is so Wi-Fi

I it, girl
The way you your light into this room
Uh, I love it,
The way legs ?light up? when they're in them shoes, oh
I love it,
The way your lips looks after you apply the
Ah, I love it, girl,
You look right in the screen 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 never see you
But I always got you right for me
Tucked, in my computer bag
Wherever you are, I be
I type you a full of X's and O's
You shoot me a video and then
Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me
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)
Without you on my (Shawty)
Donna Karan (Baby) (Babe, I swear you have nothing to worry about)
I see what's under there, baby (It's easy, look lemme explain)

When you take the picture, cut off face
And cover up the tattoo by the
Let the "MC Serch" 'til I "3rd Base"
And when I get home hit home plate
Wait, this be considered our first date?
"'Ye, the picture just so trash"
Your body make a baller spend cooked cash
Plus every good wanna go bad
In Playboy mags like Dash
Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it
You know what's a crazy
Some girls'll make you wait 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
say I dress 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