Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them titties again
We're in Sin
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
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, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
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)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig 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 than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then rocks in flip flops
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope this nob
If don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me
Come on
It's time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way I spit shit remains on my dick
she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick like Bobbit
Got a her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at least that's 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 these bitches complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna a flick?
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 ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
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 so come blow my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
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 that shit Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now 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 movie night like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get after like 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's 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 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 like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to give who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
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 long short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you a silly tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the with my tab still open
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of
And I won't kick in 'till 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, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las