Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that chick 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)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
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, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' 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, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip
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 killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They I must bring it as Mohammad
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a around this nob
If they like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The thing the balls between my legs and I think
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 hang in the lobby unless you came to me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
That she's plain addicted to my 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 knife and the carpet
at least that's what her of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and up a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving these bitches some
And I mean apartment
So spread your apart
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 Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new
To get with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected like the neck of the freaking 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
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the 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 alongside the
you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit Iggy
You gon' blow 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
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

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my like movie night like cable
every women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her 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 like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
About to get my back tatted
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't through nothing
Then that mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been getting on a flight to Japan
I keep my on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you listening to
Got me fucked up Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I really gotta stand there
And to you while you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The only 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 let's go all the way
Til we get to Las