Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin
when 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 mack's bickity back, don't 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
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
I give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
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 snot
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit
My thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick 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 should be hung for, and probably killed for
And I probably will, but not the day I pop a pill again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a around this nob
If don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just 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, throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like your favorite
if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet and paint the carpet
at least that's what her train of 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 mean
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now this Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected twist the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
Hate Versace, Versace, I got by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And my fucking dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so blow my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the and try not to get lost
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

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like
Treat every women in my stable flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
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 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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my 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 mean nothing to you like on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex
If is my passion
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you been 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 long story short, I really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I an affinity for witty banter
to feel like 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 of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The fear I have is of loathing
And I even 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, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las