Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since did we begin 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 o'clock craving, stop, get
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky I missed a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd her in the rear
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 little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether 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 don't have to ask who it is when this 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 until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
They saying I must bring it as
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But before I tie a around this nob
If they don't it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
What's it called 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, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
Come on
It's past time, your favorite hobby
Cause if the way I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage 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 she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she begun to swing a knife 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 bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's 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 even let you pick, make her a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
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 I take a shit
And I think with my dick so blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, you by the wrist, let's ski
So it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
this 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 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 women in my stable flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the 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
Next ho froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with your
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 in the sand
If you ain't been through
that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a flight to
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I know who you been listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And to you while you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and your
The only fear I 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 here, stays here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las