Luis Resto - Vegas (Translation farsi) lyrics

[Chainsaw revving] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha [Verse 1: Eminem] Got a sh**-eating grin b**h, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City Since when did we begin to get dignity No diggity, b**h, you need to run and go get your friggity-friends I'm lookin' at your bum-stickity-bum, hun The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack You can get the fickity-finger; the middle You little dizzy b**h, sit and spig-a-tee-spin Got a 6 o'clock cravin', stop, get Ciroc It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in Hit the spot, spot my next victim I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin' Came to sip vodka, sh** Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn't give the b**h a shot, I'd poke her in the rear But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha) What are you: pit, rott, mixed? Or you just got fixed, well, sh**, then let's lip-lock If not, then chick, piss off, you snobby little pig snot nose You think you're hot sh** cause you're in heat Well, b**h, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' sh** Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin' My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this sh**'s hoppin' And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin' So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this If not, then kick rocks in flip flops And I produced the track So you don't have to ask who it is when this sh** knocks (Turn up!) So crank the volume 'til it's bangin' and I'm a keep on sayin' All the sh** I should be hung for, and probably k**ed for sayin' And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again Like choppin' 'til I'm droppin' Still if that don't do the job of k**in' Shady, then the karma will They sayin' I must bring it as Mohammad Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain And made me Robin Williams crazy Or I end up with dementia, but you rockin' with a sadist Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertainin' I ain't stoppin' to explain it Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shakin' But before I tie a rope around this nob If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until - Wait, I just forgot what I was thinkin'... What's it called again? I'm blankin' The thing above the balls between my legs And I think that I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny Wait, I think that I got it, okay, b**h I got you, Robin Williams hangin' Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me Come on kemosabe It's past time, like your favorite hobby Cause if the way that I spit she remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer Or should I say Cobainer? That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit Gotta wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my f**ing penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her train of thought is Cause I came, saw, conquered it, hit it, quit it, and made up a plate of bonkers And I always end up giving these b**hes a complex And I don't mean apartment So spread your feet apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits Now grab this Cuisinart And make me breakfast, b**h, that's a prerequisite And that's just to get in this bedroom, b**h Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?) Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick Kick a pregnant b**h, oops, I guess the sh** Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist Cha-cha-cha b**h, I said that this mask ain't for hockey Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy I'll tell a b**h like Bizarre b**h, shut the f** up and get in my car And s** my f**ing dick while I take a sh** And I think with my dick so come blow my mind And it tastes like humble pie So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run alongside the Humvee Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski So what's it gon' be? Put that sh** away Iggy You gon' blow that rape whistle on me (Squee!) I love it love it love it 'Fore I get lost with gettin' off Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost 'Till we get to Las Vegas [Bridge: Eminem] (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas [Chorus: Eminem] Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas