Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get 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 little bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the
But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to me (Ha-ha)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then kick rocks in flops
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a around this 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 again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go hang in the lobby you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and the carpet
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 always end up giving these bitches some
And I don't apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an unexpected twist the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
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 shit Iggy
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now hit the highway and try not to get lost
we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it tomorrow)

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)

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 like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7
In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me I show up to her crib waving
And I tryna 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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I that adlib from French, Bad & Evil 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 ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a flight to
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't really stand there
And listen to you you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for banter
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
I said to wait, had four doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and your
The fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in '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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las