Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them titties again
We're in Sin
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 mickity mack's back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin'
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My sick are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this and I'mma keep 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 I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
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 I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a that 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 I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
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 shit on my dick
then she grab me by the and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she begun to a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least that's what her train of 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 don't apartment
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch 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 I'll extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said this mask ain't for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch like
Bitch, the fuck 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 my pride, you're 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 gon' be? Put that away Iggy
You gon' blow 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 room like movie night cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her me when I show up to her crib 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 left 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 that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like on the Gram
If she current I her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you been to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't really stand there
And listen to you while you a silly tantrum
Even I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in '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 happens here, stays
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las