Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch: Sloppy Love Jingle

Bartender, yeah, I hear your wise ass, me a minute
I'm to get this round over here
What do you think I'm just for you here?
Actually will you, 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 she shimmied in
I was intrigued by her
And my first instincts to make sure 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 this
And I'm already practicing my

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

a minute, hold 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 only problem is, I'm not your average Romeo
A Cyrano de
(Shut the up)

In fact, I remember in fifth 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 that planet rotates
I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my mate
Who would've thought I be pissy ass drunk
When came for collision

So I made the decision to just my composure
(Cool, cool)
she started getting closer
And then I felt weird feeling 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 have to make a mix tapes for
To me, she MC Squared
And everything else was
I never took the to practice