Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's back, don't act wickity-wack
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 unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm picky like I missed a spot
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you little pig snot nose
You you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then rocks in flip flops
And I the track
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking 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 around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The above the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way that I spit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least what her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and up a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a
Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks
To get familiar I'll learn extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking
Bitch, I said that this ain't for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless you're Nicki, you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the and try not to get lost
'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 happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like
Treat every women in my stable flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We circles and packs, we the lifesavers
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 like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back tatted
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who don't appreciate my
The of my absence
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
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The only I have is of loathing
And I even 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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las