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 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get 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 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm picky like I missed a shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
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 just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig snot
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My thoughts are 'bout to lick 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, dig this
If not then rocks in flip flops
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma on saying
All the shit I should be for, and probably killed for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like 'til 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 done eat away my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't till 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 knob that they can on until
Wait I just what I was thinking
it called again? 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, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick
then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick like 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 knife and paint the
at least that's her train of thought 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 spread feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
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 let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with I'll extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll a bitch like 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 tastes like pie
So my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the 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)

we get to Las Vegas
(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 room like movie like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the 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 like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the
If she current I keep her purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
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 is my passion
I learn to give who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't who you been 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 story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I have an affinity for banter
Starting to feel like foulplay Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I the club with my tab still open
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of
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