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 'dicted to
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your
I'm looking at bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity bickity 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 unbelievable
I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my victim
I'm like 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, she'd try to 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 solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, boxin'
My thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in 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 flops
And I the track
So you don't to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring to this 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 until the day I pop a again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma
They saying I must it as Mohammad
Until the done eat away my brain
And made me Williams crazy
Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope this nob
If they don't like it, got a that they can slob on until
I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm
The thing above the between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's 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 time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit remains on my dick
then she me by the nuts and tried 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, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and stuck it up between her
And she begun to a crumpet knife and paint the carpet
at least 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 bitches some complex
And I mean apartment
So spread your apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
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, her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks
To get familiar I'll learn extra quick
Kick a bitch, oops, I guess 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 you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was
I'll tell a bitch like
Bitch, shut the up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick I take a shit
And I think with my dick so blow my mind
And it like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're just to follow my ride
If I let you run the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away
You gon' that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I it
'Fore I get with 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, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las

Whatever happens in my room, it in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like
like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib
And I ain't tryna be the 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 million with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to get my back tatted
to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the
If you ain't been through
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like on the Gram
If she current I her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp
Weed got her so chinky
Look like she been getting on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm
Sound like I'm up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex
If this is my
I to give those who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my
I know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I give a two shits
Bitch, get the out of my face
To a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly
Even though I have an affinity for banter
to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had doors
I knock a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still
Won't even get a cab for you and friend
The fear I have is of loathing
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, here
So go all the way dear
Til we get to Las