Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch: Sloppy Love Jingle

Bartender, yeah, I hear wise ass, give me a minute
I'm trying to get this round here
What do you think I'm working for you here?
Actually you, will you send a drink
To the at the end of the bar? Yeah, that one right there

you are, man
Yeah, yeah, it's on me, tell her from Travie
It's this guy over here

From the she shimmied in
I was intrigued by her
And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was
and plain, I'm probably jumping the train
But all I could see was my engraved on her belt

Hit the button, damn
I don't even this girl
And I'm already my sweet-nothings

But that's a trait of a soft-spoken
Heart-broken, fellow my self best believe
(Pussy)
I tend to wear my heart on my
But night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up

Wait a minute, up
I think she caught me grillin', now I'm my drink
(Don't look, look)

I our feelings were in sync
So now she gave me the
The problem is, I'm not your ordinary average Romeo
A de Bergerac
(Shut the up)

In fact, I remember in fifth grade
I tried to the book of love, but sadly
The introduction grab me
So I left it on the shelf and kept

Assuming that this rotates
I'll just procrastinate until the day I into my soul mate
Who would've I would be pissy ass drunk
When came for collision

So I the decision to just keep my composure
(Cool, cool)
Until she started getting
And I felt this weird feeling underneath my left shoulder
And then I slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in

The that she stepped in the door
The type of girl, I'd have to a couple mix tapes for
To me, she equaled MC
And everything else was
I never took the to practice