Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch: Sloppy Love Jingle

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

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

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

Hit the button, damn
I even know this girl
And I'm practicing my sweet-nothings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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