Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them 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 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 bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's to be an unbelievable night
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 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 her, she'd 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 pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My sick 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 produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma 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
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They saying I bring it as Mohammad
the Parkinson's 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 stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The above the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
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 spit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
That she's plain addicted to my dick like Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my penis
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at that's what her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and up a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving these some complex
And I don't mean
So spread your feet
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna 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 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 pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now 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 in my room like movie night like cable
Treat women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she and I get weak after 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 bring her with me when I show up to her crib
And I tryna be the nice neighbor
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
Next ho froze and it like I walked in to a jewelry 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
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been getting on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
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 up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
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 silly
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had four
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab 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, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las