Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin
when 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 mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti
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, spot my next
I'm picky like I missed a shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd 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 got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you little pig snot nose
You you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin'
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
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 when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and killed for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And me Robin Williams 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 again I'm
But before I tie a around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
That she's plain addicted to my dick like Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my penis
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least what her train 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 mean
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to 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 this old dog these new
To get familiar I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think with my dick so blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' 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 happens here, here
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 every women in my stable flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7
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 when I show up to her crib
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 with a on it
Next ho froze and it look I walked in to a jewelry 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
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
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 appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
I said to wait, had four 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 get a cab for you and your 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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las