Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 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, eatin' again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky I missed a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
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 got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you little pig snot nose
You think you're hot cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle 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 you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick in flip 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 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
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
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 Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for man, not again 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
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The above the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Williams hanging
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? 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 she took my fucking penis
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a 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 of bonkers
And I always end up these bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, 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 twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
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 blow my
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the 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, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I show up to her waving
And I tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that 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 been through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been getting on a flight to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't 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 know who you listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I a nigga face off
him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The only I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in 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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las