Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't the bitch 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 just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
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 shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to 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 chopping I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
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 around nob
If they don't like it, got a that they can slob on until
I just forgot 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 it's
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
Come on
past 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 much a no brainer, or should I say
That she's addicted to my dick like 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 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 plane of
And I always end up giving bitches some complex
And I don't mean
So spread your apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (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 old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with I'll extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that rape on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the 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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice
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 dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a
Weed got her so chinky
like she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who don't my presence
The of my absence
I know 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 really 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 Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had four
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in 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