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 at your 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, eatin' spaghetti
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, my next 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 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 snobby little pig snot
You think you're hot shit you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig
If not then rocks 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 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 pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around 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 called again? I'm
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, your favorite hobby
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? much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
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 of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a plane of
And I always end up giving these bitches some
And I don't mean
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get with the gettin' off
Like is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost
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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like
Treat every women in my stable flavors
like 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
bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice
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 I walked in to a jewelry store
a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil at it again
About to get my back again
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you been through nothing
Then that 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 on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give 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 chicken
Bitch, I don't 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 throw a tantrum
Even I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I leave the with my tab still open
even get a cab for you and your friend
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, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las