Luyện nghe bài hát Tipsy

Teen drinking, is bad
Yo, I got a fake I.D.

Yeah,
Yo, two wit' me, two step wit' me

One, here the two to the three to the four
drunk out on the dance floor
Baby girl ass jiggle she want more
Like she a groupie and I even on tour
cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore
Or cause she heard that I buy out the stores
Bottom of the nineth and a gotta score
If not I gotta move on to the whore

comes the three to the two, to the one
Homeboy trippin' he don't I got a gun
When it come to pop, we do for fun
You got one? Nigga you better run
Now I'm in the back gettin' head a hun
she goin' down I'm braggin' on what I done
She smokin' my blunt sayin' she ain't fun
give it back now you don't get none

Everybody in the gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the club tipsy
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the club tipsy
(Everybody in the club tipsy)
Everybody in the club gettin'
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)

Two, here comes the three to the to the five
Now I'm lookin' at shorty in her eyes
seconds pass now I'm lookin' at her thighs
Why she tellin' me how she hate her guy
Say she got a kid but she got her tied
you 21 girl that's alright
I'm wonderin' if a shake comin' those fries
If so baby, can I get super-sized?

Here the four to the three, to the two
She stay on my Johnson, right out the blue
Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin' cool
But instead of one hat, I need two
Her got big when she glanced at my jewels
Expression on her like she ain't got a clue
Then she told me she run wit' the crew
You know how I do but that's just what I do

Everybody in the club tipsy
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the club gettin'
(Everybody in the club tipsy)
Everybody in the club gettin'
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the club tipsy
(Everybody in the club tipsy)

Three, then comes the to the five, to the six
Self explanatory, I ain't say I'm rich
Yes man, I ain't tryin' to get hitched
wasted on me man, son of a bitch
Brushed it off now I'm back to lit
Wit' some orange juice man, this good 'ish
Homeboy trippin' cause I'm starin' at his
Now he on the starin' at my click

Here comes the five to the to the three
Hands in the air if you drunk as me
Club said, "Kwon put out those trees"
I don't care I'm a P.I.M.P!

Everybody in the gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the club tipsy
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the club tipsy
(Everybody in the club tipsy)