Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
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 got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig nose
You think you're hot cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, this shit's 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 kick 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 probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They saying I bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
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 before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that they can on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
she's plain 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 and paint 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 complex
And I mean apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to that 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 old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with learn extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking
Bitch, I said that this ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that rape on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
Like this is our exit, now hit the highway 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)

'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 night like cable
every women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 in the days 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 tryna be the nice
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 walked in to a 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 tatted again
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you been through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the
If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who appreciate 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 story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you you throw a silly tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I leave the club 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 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, stays
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las