Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity 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
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my next
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 her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, try to chase me (Ha-ha)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My sick are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
So whether 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 produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on
All the shit I should be for, and probably killed for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, 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 a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't stopping till be 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 that they can on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The above 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 I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, like your favorite
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage 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 Lorena
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet 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 giving these bitches some
And I don't apartment
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And just to get in this 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 fetch a
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with I'll extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I said this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch 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 Iggy
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost with 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, stays
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like
Looking she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll her with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't 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 like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with your
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
Sitting on a bike in the
If you been through 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
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a flight to
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If this is my
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you been to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta there
And listen to you you throw 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
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 with my tab still open
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I is of loathing
And I won't even in 'till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it tomorrow)

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)

Whatever happens here, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las