Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 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 bickity back, act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
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, she'd try to me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
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 produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for
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 karma
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
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 I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
Wait I think I got it, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way that I spit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena
Got a her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at least that's what her of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and up a plane of bonkers
And I end up giving these bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
my name 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 familiar with learn extra 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, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And my fucking dick while 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 just to 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 that 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 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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like
Looking like she and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas
We circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib
And I tryna be the nice 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 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 back at it
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who don't my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't 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 for witty banter
Starting to feel like like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
even get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of
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