Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin
Since when did we to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
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 night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
I wouldn't the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flops
And I produced the
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must bring it as
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
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 man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
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
Come on
It's past time, like your favorite
Cause if the way I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it Pretty 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 took my penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to a crumpet 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 these bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
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 new tricks
To get familiar 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
I'll tell a like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
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
'Fore I get lost with the off
this 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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We circles 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 neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with your
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you been through nothing
that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a
got her so chinky eyed
Look she been getting high 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 Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I know who you been listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The fear 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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las