Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them titties again
in Sin City
Since did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm at your 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, eatin' spaghetti
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd 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 little pig snot nose
You think you're hot cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like 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 flip
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They saying I must bring it as
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I stopping till 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 that they can slob on until
Wait I just what I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's and it's veiny
I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me
Come on
It's time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
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 like Lorena
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she begun to a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least that's what her train of is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a of bonkers
And I always end up these bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So your 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 just to get in bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky 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 away Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get with the gettin' 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 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 like flavors
Looking like she and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
bring 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 froze and it look like I walked in to a store
a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & back at it again
About to get my back again
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 that shouldn't nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
like she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If this is my
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't who you been listening to
Got me up like 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 really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I have an for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I leave the with my tab still open
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