Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's 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 to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
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 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)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
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 cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like 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 in flip flops
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must bring it as
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And me Robin 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 stopping till be it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my and I think
I can it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin hanging
Go hang in the lobby you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your hobby
if the way that I spit 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 much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick like Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she my fucking penis
it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least what her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a of bonkers
And I always end up giving these bitches some
And I mean apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
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, wanna catch a
I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with learn extra quick
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess 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 you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' 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 happens here, here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my like flavors
Looking she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas
We circles 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 crib
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 with a on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
With a about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole adlib from French, Bad & Evil 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 in the sand
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her purring 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 I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't gotta stand there
And to you while you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
even get a cab for you and your friend
The fear I have is of loathing
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, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las