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 frigity-friends
I'm looking at 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' spaghetti
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm picky I missed a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that chick is hot but if she got rabies
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, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig snot
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is this 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 for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And made me Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't 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 on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
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 time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and the carpet
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 bitches complex
And I don't mean
So your feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with 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 this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch like
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And my fucking dick while I take a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape 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, stays
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like
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 rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun left a bayonet on it
ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with your
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that 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 bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
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 fuck out of my
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And to you while you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I a nigga face off
him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the with my tab still open
Won't get a cab for you and your 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 here, stays here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las