Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty again
in Sin City
Since did we begin to get 'dicted 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 little dizzy bitch, eatin' again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I called it surreal, Sir tape in
Hit the spot, my next victim
I'm picky I missed a spot shavin'
to sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the
But I bet if I licked her, 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 in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick in flip flops
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 keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and killed for saying
And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's 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 be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot I was thinking
it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny
Wait I I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the unless you came to slob me
Come on
It's past time, your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to my like Lorena 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 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 some complex
And I don't apartment
So spread your feet
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab Cuisinart
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a
I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a
Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with I'll extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected like 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 pretend you can't 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 fucking 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 to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, 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
this 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, stays
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like
Treat every women in my stable like
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
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 like I'm all out of
And all I got is a gun left a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
With a about a million dollars with mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
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
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 up dice in a can
Listen, this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give those who don't my presence
The of my absence
I don't know who you listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay Billy Laimbeer
up, she misunderstood 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 with my tab open
Won't even get a cab for you and 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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las