Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, 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 a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
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)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig nose
You think hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
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 produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit (Turn up!)
So clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for
And I will, but not until 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 saying I must bring it as
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a around this nob
If they don't it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just what 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 bitch I got you, Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick
then she grab me by the 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 addicted to my dick like Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she my fucking penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a 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 these some complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now this Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
up to that 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 with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
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 so come blow my mind
And it tastes like 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 it gon' 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 hit the highway 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 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 like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We rolling circles and packs, we the
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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
With a about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil at it again
About to get my tatted again
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a flight to
I keep my 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 to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
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 tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel like like Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I a nigga face off
him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I 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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las