Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin
Since did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little is hot but if she got rabies
I give the bitch 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, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin'
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not kick rocks in flip flops
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma on saying
All the I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be 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
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The thing 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 hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit remains on my dick
she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
That plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my penis
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at least 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 mean apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, 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 pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come my mind
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, you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get
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

happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my like flavors
Looking like she 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 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 froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't been through
Then that mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she getting high on a flight to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex
If this is my
I learn to give those who don't my presence
The gift of my
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I the club with my tab still open
even get a cab for you and your friend
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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las