Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
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 looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' 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, spot my victim
I'm picky like I missed a shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
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 than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My sick thoughts are to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether 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 I'mma on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They saying I bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I stopping 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 it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, it's and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin hanging
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage 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, off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and 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 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 to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, 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 I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I 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 Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost with the gettin' off
Like 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 night like
every women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak 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 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 with a on it
ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & back at it again
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't 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 eyed
Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex
If is my passion
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 in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I have an for witty banter
Starting to feel like like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had four
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I the club 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 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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las