Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
in Sin City
Since did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm looking at 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, spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
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 her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So whether 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 when this shit (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to 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, the karma will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
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 bitch I got you, Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby you came to slob me
Come on
past time, like your favorite 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? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain 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 a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least that's her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a of bonkers
And I end up giving these bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab Cuisinart
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, 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 with I'll extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an unexpected like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost 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

happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable 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
I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib
And I tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun left a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
With a about a 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 tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes 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 getting high on a to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
like 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 out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for banter
to feel like foulplay like Billy 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 nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I the club with my tab still open
even get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of
And I even 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, here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las