Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch: Sloppy Love Jingle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Assuming that planet rotates
just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soul mate
Who thought I would be pissy ass drunk
When came for collision

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

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