Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get 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, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that 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)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig snot
You think you're hot shit you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin'
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
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, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then kick in flip flops
And I produced the
So you have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this 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 pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, if that don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must bring it as
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought 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 knob that can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The thing 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, Robin Williams
Go hang in the unless 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 grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or 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 between her
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 giving these bitches complex
And I don't apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
my name is Booger, wanna 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 learn extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist 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, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I a shit
And I think with my dick so blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, lucky 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 that shit Iggy
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
this is our exit, now lets 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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie like cable
Treat 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 rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll her with me when I show up to her crib waving
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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
a about 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 tatted again
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't been through
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the
If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a flight to
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
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 fuck out of my
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and your
The only I have is of loathing
And I won't even 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, stays
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las