Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties 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 little dizzy bitch, eatin' again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little is hot but if she got rabies
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)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's
If not then, chicks, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
I'm colder than popsicle 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 you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip
And I produced the
So you don't have to ask who it is when shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma 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
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And made me Robin crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I stopping 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 between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, like your favorite
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 Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
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 complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some yoga stretches,
Now grab Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I that this mask 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 said you was
I'll tell a like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I a shit
And I think my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like 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 that shit away
You blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost with the off
Like is our exit, now lets 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 here, stays here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
every women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We circles 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 be the nice 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 froze and it look like I in to a jewelry store
a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
Sitting on a bike in the
If you been through nothing
Then that shouldn't nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting high on a to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up 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 fucked up like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't really gotta there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even I have an affinity for witty banter
to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
I said to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
even get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I 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