Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, me them itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get to dope
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that chick 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 licked her, try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig nose
You think hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
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 kick rocks in flops
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They saying I must bring it as
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around nob
If they don't like it, got a that they can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's and it's veiny
Wait I I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage as a hostage
it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she begun to swing a crumpet and paint the carpet
at least that's what her of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a of bonkers
And I always end up giving these bitches some
And I don't apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected twist the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking while I take a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that away Iggy
You gon' blow that rape on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
Like this is our exit, now hit the highway and try not to get lost
'Till we get to Las

(Party, do it tomorrow)

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

we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it tomorrow)

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

Whatever happens here, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

happens 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 like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun left with a on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
With a about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back tatted
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I know who you been listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't gotta stand there
And listen to you you throw a silly tantrum
Even I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
I said to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
even get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I is of loathing
And I won't even kick in 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 happens here, here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las