Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
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 at your 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
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I a spot 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 poke her in the
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 snot
You think you're hot shit cause in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
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 produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on
All the I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
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 with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't stopping be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't it, got a knob that they 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, throbbing and it's veiny
I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin 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 I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a
Ain't it obvious? much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she my fucking penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a knife and paint the carpet
at least that's what her train of 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 mean
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna catch 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 with I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I that this mask ain't for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, 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 my fucking dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the 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 happens here, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after 7 days
In 7 nights in the 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 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 look like I walked in to a store
With a a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't who you been listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't gotta stand there
And to you while you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for banter
Starting to like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I a nigga face off
Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (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 even kick 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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las