Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' 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 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, try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
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 kick rocks in flops
And I the track
So you have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought 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 like it, got a knob that can slob on until
Wait I just what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
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 I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me
Come on
It's past time, like your 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 obvious? much a no brainer, or should 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
chopped it, and stuck it up 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 up a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving these some complex
And I don't apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna a flick?
I'll even let you pick, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I that this mask ain't for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're 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 Iggy
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get
'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

happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the 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 nice
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 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 with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you likes on the Gram
If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
like she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't I make you my ex miss
If this is my
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 give a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I have an affinity for banter
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
Won't get a cab for you and your 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, here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las