Luyện nghe bài hát Vegas

Got a shit-eatin'
Bitch, show me them titties again
in Sin City
Since when did we to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get 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, spaghetti again
Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc
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'
Came to sip vodka,
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got
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, 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
Cause I'm colder popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's
And in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then 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 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 the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 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 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 thought is
I ain't till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for man, not again 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 what I was thinking
What's it again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's
I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you came to 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 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 dick like Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking
chopped it, and it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the
at that's what her train of thought is
I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and made up a of bonkers
And I always end up these bitches some complex
And I don't apartment
So spread feet apart
And let me see you do some stretches, splits
Now grab this
And make me breakfast, bitch, a prerequisite
And that's just to get in 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 with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the
Took an unexpected twist like the of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that mask ain't for hockey
Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
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 while I a shit
And I with my dick so come blow my mind
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 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, stays
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 like she and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy
I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib
And I tryna 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 with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store
With a about a million with your mama
And sat did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it
About to get my tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his
Sitting on a in the sand
If you ain't been nothing
Then that shouldn't mean 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 like she getting high 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 don't know who you been to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken
Bitch, I don't a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my
To a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty
to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she me
I said saint, por
Thought I said to wait, had four
I knock a nigga off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a 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, here
So let's go all the way
Til we get to Las