Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
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 your
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, 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 to be an unbelievable night
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 just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby 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
I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, this shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig
If not then kick in flip flops
And I the track
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma on saying
All the shit I should be for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
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
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, your favorite hobby
if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick
then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet and paint the carpet
at least that's her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and up a plane of bonkers
And I end up giving these bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think with my 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
you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it be? Put that shit 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 lets hit the 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 happens here, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I 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 left a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
With a about a dollars with your 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
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 shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a
got her so chinky eyed
Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
I said to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't even get a cab for you and your
The fear 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