Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
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 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 o'clock craving, stop, get
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that chick 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 licked her, try to chase 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 little pig snot
You think you're hot cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick are 'bout 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, you'll dig
If not kick rocks in flip flops
And I produced the
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and 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 bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around nob
If don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just what I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your favorite
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it 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 end up giving these bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that 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 new tricks
To get with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an twist 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 making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I a shit
And I think with my dick so blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' blow that rape on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the 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 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
like 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 I show up to her crib waving
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 left with a on it
ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my tatted again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you been through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give those who don't appreciate my
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 fuck out of my
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you a silly tantrum
Even though I an affinity for witty banter
to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had four
I a nigga face 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 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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las