Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, me them itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends
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 dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti
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 like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
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, try to chase 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 hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick in flip flops
And I produced the
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 should be 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, if that don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must it as Mohammad
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that they can on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin hanging
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick
then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
That plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she begun to swing a crumpet and paint the carpet
at that's what 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 these bitches complex
And I don't apartment
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I said that mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think with my dick so come my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that whistle 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 here, stays here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my like movie night like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her 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 like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
Next ho and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib French, Bad & Evil back at it again
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't through nothing
Then that mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring 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 shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you been 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 really gotta stand there
And to you while you throw a silly tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had four
I knock a nigga off
Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
even 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 happens here, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las