Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties 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, 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 'bout to be an night
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
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)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
You think hot shit cause 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, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, 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 kick 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 be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And made me Williams crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't till 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 they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me
Come on
It's time, like your favorite hobby
if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and stuck it up 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 plane of
And I always end up giving these bitches complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with learn extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I said this mask ain't for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And my fucking dick while I take a shit
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' blow that rape 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
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

Whatever happens in my room, it in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
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 nice
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 walked in to a store
With a about a million dollars your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & back at it again
About to get my tatted again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who don't appreciate my
The of my absence
I know who you been listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I an affinity for witty banter
to feel like foulplay 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 of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't even get a cab for you and your
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, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las