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

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

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

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

comes the three to the two, to the one
Homeboy trippin' he know I got a gun
When it to pop, we do shit for fun
You got one? Nigga you better run
Now I'm in the back gettin' from a hun
While she goin' down I'm on what I done
She my blunt sayin' she ain't havin' fun
Bitch 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 club tipsy)
in the club gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the gettin' tipsy)
Everybody in the gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the club tipsy)

Two, comes the three to the four to the five
Now I'm lookin' at right in her eyes
Couple pass now I'm lookin' at her thighs
Why she me how much she hate her guy
Say she got a kid but she got her tied
Girl you 21 girl alright
I'm if a shake comin' wit' those fries
If so baby, can I get them

comes the four to the three, to the two
She feelin' on my Johnson, right out the blue
you super thick so I'm thinkin' thats cool
But instead of one hat, I need two
Her eyes got big she glanced at my jewels
Expression on her face like she got a clue
Then she told me she don't run the crew
You know how I do but that's what I gotta do

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

Three, then the four to the five, to the six
Self explanatory, I ain't say I'm rich
Yes single man, I ain't 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, some good 'ish
trippin' cause I'm starin' at his chick
Now he on the sideline at my click

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

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