Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
We're in Sin
when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd 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, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
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 thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey 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 produced the
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't stopping be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your favorite
if the way that I spit shit 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 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
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet 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 these bitches complex
And I don't apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking
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 you was foxy
I'll a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
Like is our exit, now lets hit the highway 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 here, stays here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie like cable
Treat every women in my stable flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We rolling 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 ain't 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 and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars 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 backstabber with an axe in his
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like on the Gram
If she I keep 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 keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't who you been listening to
Got me fucked up Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
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