Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch: Sloppy Love Jingle

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

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

the second she shimmied in
I was by her essence
And my first instincts to sure that my presence was felt
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 know this girl
And I'm already my sweet-nothings

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

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

I our feelings were in sync
So now she gave me the
The only is, I'm not your ordinary average Romeo
A Cyrano de
(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 shelf and moving

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

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

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