Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends
I'm at your 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, eatin' again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky like I missed a shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that chick is hot but if she got rabies
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, let's
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig snot
You think hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog
I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, 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 produced the
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on
All the I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not the day I pop a pill 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
Until the 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 ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I forgot what I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my and I think
I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's time, like your favorite hobby
if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick
then she 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 wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least what 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 bitches complex
And I don't apartment
So your feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll 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
a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I you was foxy
I'll tell a like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
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 shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get
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 room like night like cable
Treat every women in my stable 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 like I'm all out of
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 that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back tatted
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been through
Then shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look she been getting 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 I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you listening to
Got me up like Pookie 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 to you while you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I the club with my tab still open
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even 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 here, stays here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las