Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
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 dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
I wouldn't give the a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to me (Ha-ha)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My thoughts 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 rocks 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 this bangin and keep on saying
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
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
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought 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 this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that can slob on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The above the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
Come on
past time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a
Ain't it obvious? Pretty 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 it up between her armpits
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at that's 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 some complex
And I mean apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now this Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks
To get familiar I'll learn extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, pretend 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 fucking while I take a shit
And I think my dick so come 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 Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the 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, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it 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 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the 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
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
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been through
that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who don't my presence
The of my absence
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The only I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in 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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las