Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
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 looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
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, piss off, you snobby little pig snot
You think you're hot shit cause you're in
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on
All the shit I should be for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the will
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's eat away my brain
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm
But I tie a rope around this nob
If don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot what I was
What's it called again? I'm
The thing the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, like your favorite
Cause if the way that I shit remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and 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, off it like she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at least that's what her of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a plane of
And I always end up these bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your apart
And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for
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 bitch like
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I a shit
And I think with my so come blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the
Unless you're Nicki, you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that away 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

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like
Treat every women in my like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak like 7 days
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
I'll bring her 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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been through
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't who you been listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a long story short, I don't really stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I have an for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a nigga 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 won't 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