Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
in Sin City
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 dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's to be an unbelievable night
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little 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)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
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 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 I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And made me Williams crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't it, got a knob 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 between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, it's and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
Come on
It's time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it she took my fucking penis
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least that's what her of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a plane of
And I always end up giving these bitches complex
And I don't mean
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna 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 I'll learn extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think with my so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
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 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 highway and try not to get
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 stays in my like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll her with me when 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 left with a on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry
a about a million 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 backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
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 like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even 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 face off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of
And I won't even 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, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las