Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, me them itty-bitty titties again
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 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' spaghetti
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next
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 the bitch 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, off, you snobby little pig snot nose
You you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My sick thoughts are to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether 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 this shit 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
chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will
They saying I must bring it as
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be it
Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a around this nob
If they don't it, got a knob that they can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it again? 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 I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me
on kemosabe
It's past time, like favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
she's plain addicted to my dick 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 knife and paint the carpet
at that's what her train 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 some
And I mean apartment
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a
And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch
Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?)
my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by
I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch Bizarre
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And my fucking dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come my mind
And it tastes humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky to follow my ride
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 away Iggy
You gon' blow rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get lost the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now hit the highway and try not to get lost
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 go all the way dear
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my like movie night like cable
Treat every in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I up to her crib waving
And I ain't be the nice neighbor
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 I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a dollars with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber an axe in his hand
on a bike in the sand
If you been through nothing
Then that mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
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, though this Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my
I learn to give who don't appreciate my presence
The of my absence
I don't who you been listening to
Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two
Bitch, get the out of my face
To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you a silly tantrum
though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy
up, she misunderstood me
I saint, por favor
I said to wait, had four doors
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab open
Won't even get a cab for you and your
The only fear I have is of
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