Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
in Sin City
Since did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends
I'm at your 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, spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that 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, try to chase 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 cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin'
Talkin' it, walkin' it, 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, Rick Ross, you'll dig
If not then rocks in flip flops
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit (Turn up!)
So clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't till be sprayed 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 they can slob on
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The thing above the balls between my and I think
I can it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin hanging
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
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 knife and the carpet
at least that's what her train of 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 feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get 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 happens here, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it 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 and it's our Vegas
We rolling 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 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 a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
With a a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & back at it again
About to get my back again
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look 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 this is my
I learn to give those who don't appreciate my
The gift of my
I don't know who you listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you a silly tantrum
Even though I have an for witty banter
Starting to like foulplay 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 scoreboard (whatever)
I the club with my tab still open
even get a cab for you and your friend
The fear I have is of loathing
And I won't 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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las