Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty 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 mack's bickity back, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, my next 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 give the 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 just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
You you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig
If not then kick rocks in flops
And I the track
So you have to ask who it is when this shit 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 the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They I must bring 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
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But before I tie a rope around nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that can slob on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me
Come on
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my penis
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least what her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a of bonkers
And I always end up giving these bitches some
And I don't mean
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in 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 this old dog these new
To get familiar with I'll extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so 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
you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' blow 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 here, stays here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
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 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 with a on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry
With a a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
About to get my back tatted
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then that mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who don't my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you been to
Got me fucked up Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
even get a cab for you and your friend
The only 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 happens here, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las