Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we 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 mickity mack's bickity back, act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I give 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 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 popsicle sticks, shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then kick rocks in flops
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must bring it as
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 real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
on kemosabe
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
it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should 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 stuck it up between her
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at least what her train 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 your feet
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get with I'll learn extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I that this mask ain't for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' 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 here, stays 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
every women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
bring 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 I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry
With a a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib French, Bad & Evil 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 bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you 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 long story short, I don't really gotta there
And listen to you while you a silly tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had four
I a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
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