Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
in Sin City
Since when did we to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little 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, she'd try to me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose
You you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not kick rocks in flip flops
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a again
Like chopping I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of Shady, then the karma will
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
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 stopping till be it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But before I tie a rope around nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
Come on
past time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least that's her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a plane of
And I end up giving these bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
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
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a
And I think with my dick so come my mind
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
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 is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost
'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, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie like cable
Treat every women in my like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
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 neighbor
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 look like I walked in to a jewelry
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil at it again
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been through
Then that shouldn't nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I 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 keep my jewelry on while I'm
like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If is my passion
I learn to those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I know who you been 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 really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you a silly tantrum
Even though I have an for witty banter
Starting to feel like like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and your
The only fear I 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 happens here, stays
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las