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 over
What do you think I'm just for you here?
will 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
from this guy over here

From the second she in
I was by her essence
And my first instincts to make that my presence was felt
Simple and plain, I'm probably jumping the
But all I could see was my engraved on her belt

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

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

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

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

In fact, I remember back in grade
I to read the book of love, but sadly
The introduction didn't me
So I left it on the shelf and moving

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

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

The minute she stepped in the door
The type of girl, I'd have to a couple mix tapes for
To me, she MC Squared
And everything was mathematics
I took the time to practice