Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, 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, my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the
But I bet if I her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 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, dig this
If not then kick rocks in flops
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when 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 probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They saying I bring it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be 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 just forgot what I was
What's it called again? I'm
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 bitch I got you, Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should 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 penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and the carpet
at least what her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and up a plane of bonkers
And I end up giving these bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, 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 I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an unexpected twist the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a 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 blow my
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
Like 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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie 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 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 show up to her crib
And I tryna be the nice neighbor
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
ho froze 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 that adlib 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 been nothing
Then that shouldn't nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I 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 on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you been to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the 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 listen to you while you throw a silly
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a 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 kick in '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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las