Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
'bout 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'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd 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 just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
You you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin'
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
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, you'll dig
If not then kick rocks in flops
And I the track
So you have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping be sprayed it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a that they can slob on until
Wait I just what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The thing the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least that's her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a plane of
And I always end up giving bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So your feet 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 bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a
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 twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that 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 tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck 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 like humble pie
So my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost 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 stays in my room like movie night cable
Treat women in my stable like flavors
Looking she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and 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 tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of
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 about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
About to get my tatted again
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't been through
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like on the Gram
If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't who you been listening 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 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 foulplay like Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The only fear I have is of
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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las