Vegas TRADUCCIÓN - Bad Meets Evil (Impressão)

Vegas

Chainsaw revving:

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Eminem:

Got a shit-eating grin

Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again

We're in Sin City

Since when did we begin to get dignity

No diggity, bitch, 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 bitch, 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, shit

Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies

I wouldn't give the bitch 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, shit, then let's lip-lock

If not, then chick, piss off, you snobby little pig snot nose

You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat

Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog

Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit

Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'

My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit'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 shit knocks (Turn up!)

So crank the volume 'til it's bangin' and I'm a keep on sayin'

All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed 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 killin' 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, bitch 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 fucking 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, hit it, quit it, and made up a plate of bonkers

And I always end up giving these bitches 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, bitch, that's a prerequisite

And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch

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 bitch, oops, I guess the shit

Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist

Cha-cha-cha

Bitch, 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 bitch like Bizarre

Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car

And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit

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 shit away Iggy

You gon' blow that rape whistle on me

(Squee!) I 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

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

Eminem:

Whatever happens here, stays here

So let's go all the way dear

Til we get to Las Vegas

Royce da 5'9:

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable

Treat every women in my stable like flavors

Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days

In 7 nights in the Days Inn, it's Hot Vegas

We roll in circles and packs, we the lifesavers

She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then

I'll bring it with me when I show up to her crib waving

And I ain't tryna meet a nice neighbor

I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors

And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it

Neck so frozen it look like I walked in a jewelry store

With about a million dollars with your mama

And sat down and did an ALS challenge, haaaan

I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again

About to get my back tatted again

About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand

Sitting on a bike in the sand

If you ain't been through nothing

Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram

If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a Lamb

Weed got her so chinky eyed

Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan

I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking

Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can

Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss

If this is my passion

I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence

The gift of my absence

I don't know who you been listening to

Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop

Bitch, I don't give a two shits

Bitch, get the fuck out of my face

To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there

And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum

Even though I have an affinity for a witty banter

Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer

Hold up, she misunderstood me

I said Saint, por favor

Thought I said the Wraith had four doors

I knock a nigga face off

Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever..)

I leave the club with my tab still open

Won't even get a cab for you and your friend

The only fear I have is of loathing

And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas

Eminem:

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It’s been a few years since Bad officially met Evil

This is the first time since 2011

That we get to see Em and Royce on a track alone again

And they are about to fuck shit up in Vegas

Las Vegas

Motosierra rugiendo:

Ja-ja-ja-ja-ja-ja-ja-ja

Eminem:

Con una sonrisa de mierda

Perra, muéstrame esas tetitas de nuevo

Estamos en la Ciudad del Pecado

¿Desde cuándo empezamos a tener dignidad?

Sin dignidad, perra, necesitas correr y buscar a tus amigos de mierda

Estoy mirando tu trasero, cariño

El mickity mack está de vuelta, no actúes de manera ridícula

Puedes recibir el dedo medio; el del medio

Perra tonta, siéntate y gira

Tengo un antojo a las 6, para, consigue Ciroc

Está a punto de ser una noche increíble

Lo llamé surrealista, con una cinta de Sir Mix-a-Lot

Dio en el clavo, veo a mi próxima víctima

Soy exigente como si me hubiera perdido un lugar al afeitarme

Vine a beber vodka, mierda

Sí, esa chica es linda pero si tuviera rabia

No le daría una oportunidad, la empujaría por detrás

Pero apuesto a que si la lamiera, intentaría perseguirme (Ja-ja)

¿Qué eres: pitbull, rottweiler, mestizo?

¿O simplemente estás esterilizada? Bueno, entonces, vamos a besarnos

Si no, entonces, perra, lárgate, nariz de cerdo presumida

¿Crees que eres la gran cosa porque estás en celo?

Bueno, perra, si eres solar, entonces soy tu opuesto polar, perro

Porque soy más frío que los palitos de paleta, hablando mierda

Hablando, caminando, escupiendo rimas

Mis pensamientos enfermos están a punto de disparar, como si esto estuviera saltando

Y goteando en la parte superior de chocolate

Así que ya sea que seas hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac

Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, te gustará esto

Si no, entonces, lárgate en chanclas

Y yo produje la pista

Así que no tienes que preguntar quién es cuando esta mierda suena (¡Sube el volumen!)

Así que sube el volumen hasta que esté sonando y seguiré diciendo

Toda la mierda por la que debería ser colgado, y probablemente asesinado por decir

Y probablemente lo haré, pero no hasta el día que tome una pastilla de nuevo

Como cortando hasta caer

Aún si eso no hace el trabajo de matar a Shady, entonces lo hará el karma

Dicen que debo traerlo como Mohammad

Hasta que el Parkinson haya comido mi cerebro

Y me haya vuelto loco como Robin Williams

O termine con demencia, pero estás lidiando con un sádico

Odio decir esto, pero si el pensamiento es entretenido

No me detendré a explicarlo

Oh Dios mío, en serio, no de nuevo, estoy temblando

Pero antes de atar una cuerda alrededor de este nob

Si no les gusta, tienen un pomo en el que pueden chupar hasta -

Espera, acabo de olvidar en qué estaba pensando...

¿Cómo se llama de nuevo? Estoy en blanco

La cosa encima de los huevos entre mis piernas

Y creo que puedo sentirlo colgando, está palpitando y venoso

Espera, creo que lo tengo, está bien, perra, te tengo, Robin Williams colgado

Ve a colgar en el vestíbulo a menos que hayas venido a chuparme

Vamos, kemosabe

Ya es hora, como tu pasatiempo favorito

Porque si la forma en que escupo ella sigue en mi pene entonces me agarra por las nueces y trata de tomar mi salchicha como rehén

¿No es obvio? Más o menos un no brainer

¿O debería decir Cobainer?

Que ella está claramente adicta a mi pene como Lorena Bobbit

Tengo que desengancharla, desengancharla como si hubiera tomado mi maldito pene, lo cortó y lo metió entre sus axilas

Y comenzó a blandir un cuchillo de pan y pintar la alfombra, al menos eso es lo que piensa

Porque vine, vi, conquisté, lo hice, lo dejé, y preparé un plato de locura

Y siempre termino dándole a estas perras un complejo

Y no me refiero a un apartamento

Así que abre tus piernas

Y déjame verte hacer algunos estiramientos de yoga, splits

Ahora agarra esta Cuisinart

Y hazme el desayuno, perra, eso es un requisito previo

Y eso es solo para entrar en este dormitorio, perra

Me acerqué a esa chica Ke$ha (¿qué tal?)

Dije que mi nombre es Moco, ¿quieres ver una película?

Incluso te dejaré elegir, hazla traer un palo

Apuesto a que si le enseñas a este viejo perro estos trucos nuevos

Para familiarizarme con ellos, aprenderé extra rápido

Golpear a una perra embarazada, ups, supongo que la mierda

Tomó un giro inesperado como el cuello del maldito exorcista

Cha-cha-cha

Perra, dije que esta máscara no es para hockey

Odio a Versace, Versace, tengo Münchhausen por poder

Te estoy enfermando, no finjas que no puedes escucharme

Estás sorda, chica, dije que eras sexy

Le diré a una perra como Bizarre

Perra, cállate y sube a mi auto

Y chupa mi maldito pene mientras cago

Y pienso con mi pene así que ven y sopla mi mente

Y sabe a pastel de humildad

Así que traga mi orgullo, tienes suerte de seguir mi camino

Si te dejo correr junto al Humvee

A menos que seas Nicki, te agarro por la muñeca, vamos a esquiar

Entonces, ¿qué va a ser? Guarda esa mierda Iggy

¿Vas a soplar ese silbato de violación sobre mí?

(¡Squee!) Me encanta

Antes de perderme con el placer

Como si este fuera nuestro destino, ahora vamos a la carretera y tratemos de no perdernos