Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a grin
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 at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's back, don't act wickity-wack
And you can get the fickity-finger, the
You little bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an night
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 chick 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)
are you, pit, rott, mixed?
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 in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog
I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in whip-toppin'
So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig
If not then kick in flip flops
And I the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to bangin and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for
And I probably will, but not the day I pop a pill again
Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain
And made me Robin Williams
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is
I ain't stopping be sprayed it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on
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 in the lobby unless you came to slob me
Come on
past time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it she took my fucking penis
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a knife and paint the carpet
at least that's her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and up a plane of bonkers
And I end up giving these bitches some complex
And I don't mean
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And just to get in this bedroom, bitch
up to that Ke$ha 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 these new
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that 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
I'll a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my
And it tastes like pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
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 shit away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
I get lost 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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room movie night like cable
every women in my stable like flavors
Looking she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our
We rolling 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 left with a on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry
With a about a million with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil at it again
About to get my back tatted
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't through nothing
Then shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp
got her so chinky eyed
Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound 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 give those who appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I don't know who you listening to
Got me fucked up Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To make a long story short, I don't really stand there
And listen to you you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
Starting to feel like like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I to wait, had four doors
I knock a face off
him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club my tab still open
Won't get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of
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 here, stays here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las