Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties
in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
I'm picky like I a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
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 her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott,
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you little pig snot nose
You think hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig
If not kick rocks in flip flops
And I the track
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 shit I 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 saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my
And made me Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
What's it again? 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 I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my dick Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my penis
chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits
And she begun to a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
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 giving these bitches complex
And I don't mean
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 just to get in this bedroom,
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
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
a pregnant 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
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my
If I let you run alongside the
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit Iggy
You gon' 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
'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 night cable
Treat women in my stable like flavors
like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
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 like I walked in to a jewelry 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
About to get my tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like on the Gram
If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been high on a flight to Japan
I my jewelry on while I'm fucking
Sound like I'm shaking up 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 of my absence
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I saint, por favor
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The only I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in '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