Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
We're in Sin
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 mack's 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 tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, little 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 got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig nose
You think you're hot shit cause in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flops
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and keep on saying
All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
They saying I bring it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't stopping be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But before I tie a around this nob
If don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
Come on
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
That she's addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a knife and paint the carpet
at least that's her train of thought 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 don't mean
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with I'll learn quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking
Bitch, I that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I a shit
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now hit the highway and try not to get lost
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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun left with a on it
Next ho and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
About to get my back tatted
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her purring like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I have an for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had four
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
even get a cab for you and your friend
The only I have 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 happens here, stays
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las