Luyện nghe bài hát Tipsy (murphy Lee And Chingy Remix)

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

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

One, here comes the two to the to the four
Everybody drunk out on the dance
Baby ass jiggle like she want more
Like she a groupie and I ain't even on
Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme
Or maybe cause she that I buy out the stores
Bottom of the nineth and a nigga score
If not I gotta move on to the next

Here comes the to the two, to the one
Homeboy trippin' he know I got a gun
it come to pop, we do shit for fun
You ain't got one? Nigga you run
Now I'm in the back gettin' head a hun
While she goin' down I'm braggin' on what I
She smokin' my sayin' she ain't havin' fun
Bitch give it back now you don't get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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