Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we to get 'dicted 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 bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
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 a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
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 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 you're hot shit you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
And drip-droppin' in 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 shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on
All the shit I should be for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They saying I must bring it as
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around nob
If they like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot what I was
What's it called 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, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she begun to a crumpet knife 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 plane of
And I always end up giving bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm you sick, don't 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 a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my
And it tastes humble pie
So my pride, you're lucky 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 gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get with 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, stays
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 in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
With a about a million with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil at it again
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been through
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
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you 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 gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
I said to wait, had four doors
I a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (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 won't even 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