Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
I wouldn't give the 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, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
You think you're hot cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then kick in flip flops
And I produced the
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to bangin and I'mma keep 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 again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
They saying I bring it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a that they can slob on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick like Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my penis
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least that's what her 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 some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, 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 fetch a
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with I'll extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
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, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think with my 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 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
I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the 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

happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable flavors
like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling 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 waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry
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 been through nothing
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
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been getting on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex
If is my passion
I learn to give who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand
And listen to you you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for banter
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
I said to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I the club with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and your
The only fear I 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