Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
in Sin City
Since did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm picky like I missed a shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then rocks in flip flops
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot what I was
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
Come on
past time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet and paint the carpet
at least that's what her train of is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a plane of
And I always end up these bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I a shit
And I think with my so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get
'Till we get to Las

(Party, do it tomorrow)

'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow)

'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow)

'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow)

Whatever happens here, here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7
In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll her with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
Next ho and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & back at it again
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
on a bike in the sand
If you been through nothing
Then that mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex
If is my passion
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the coop
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
I said to wait, had four doors
I a nigga face off
him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The only fear I is of loathing
And I won't kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it tomorrow)

'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow)

'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow)

'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow)

Whatever here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las