Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them titties again
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
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 snobby little pig snot
You think you're hot shit cause in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not kick rocks in flip flops
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and killed for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
They saying I must it as Mohammad
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
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 knob that can slob on until
Wait I just what I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The thing above the between my legs and I think
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 in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
That she's plain addicted to my dick Lorena Bobbit
Got a her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at least that's what her train of is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a plane of
And I always end up giving these bitches complex
And I don't mean
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna 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 familiar with learn extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear 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 dick while I take a shit
And I think with my so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky 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 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 highway and try not to get
'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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll her with me when 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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you likes on the Gram
If she current I her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been getting high on a flight to
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex
If is my passion
I learn to give those who don't my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you been to
Got me fucked up like in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you you throw a silly tantrum
Even I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had four
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I the club with 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 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, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las