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Musk’s Boring Company shows off Las Vegas tunnels

The BBC’s James Clayton visited the tunnel network carrying passengers in Tesla cars.

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Bennifer: Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez marry in Las Vegas

Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez marry in Las Vegas, just over 18 years after ending their first engagement.

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Adele announces Las Vegas residency

The singer will perform at Caesars Palace Hotel, with shows running from 21 January next year.

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Picasso masterpieces fetch nearly $110m at Las Vegas auction

The works, which were owned by MGM Resorts, featured in the Picasso Restaurant at the Bellagio Hotel.

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Tyson Fury defeats Deontay Wilder to retain WBC heavyweight title in Las Vegas

Tyson Fury delivers 11th-round stoppage to beat Deontay Wilder and retain his WBC heavyweight title in a thrilling trilogy fight in Las Vegas.

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Las Vegas murder case cracked with smallest ever amount of DNA

Just 15 cells’ worth of DNA was used to track down the man suspected of killing a US girl in 1989.

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Grupo Diez 4tro – En El Refuego Lyrics

[Letra de “En El Refuego”]

En este mundo frío, vivido lo prohibido
También ando en lo mío soy de feria ando bien al tiro
Por que ya no me quieren ver vivo y cuido lo que es mío
Ya saben los del 4 como defiendo el mercado

Ya van tres veces lo han intentado y nunca lo han lograron
Tumbarme el ganado sigo firme y no me rajo a balazos me correteado y logre yo escaparlos
No piensan que es un juego ando recio en el refuego
Y con mi raza navegando

Sacramento paseando, Las Vegas ruleteando
En el casino por un rato gasto pacas sin pensarlo
Y sigo generando puritos benjamines para seguir con este bussines
Tengo casas en la esquina, esconden de la fina
Y la tienen bien lista por si quieren de la chiva
Ando pilas con mi clica y sé que voy arriba

[Interludio]
Saludos a la raza que se burló mientras andaba
Yo a pata y sin nada
Puro Diez 4tro viejones

Un día me traicionaron, y mota me robaron

Pero logre cazarlos pura madre que se pelaron
Ya le habia dicho a su gente que no anden de corrientes
Y una bala pérdida vale mas que tu propia vida
Entre las noches ando atento cuidando el terreno
Con mi radio colgado y mi gallito bien forjado
Y una dama me alivia y siempre me acompaña
Mi amiga María Juana es la que me dio las ganancias
Pero cambiando de tema, tengo muchos problemas
Pero hacer la pela no es problema
Tengo mis maneras de mantenerme la quema
Conozco las materias
Cargo la nueva escuela y los pies siempre en la tierra
Mis lujos son exclusivos
Cargo puro brillo
Louis Vuitton preferido o de botas no importa el motivo
Brindo por mis amistades
Y mis amigos leales
Con esto me despido
Sin nombre y sin apellido para no hacer tanto ruido

[Outro]
Corridos, no chinganderas viejones
Puro Diez 4tro, ya se la saben

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Drake – Wants and Needs Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Drake]
(Six)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Leave me out the comments, leave me out the nonsense
Speakin’ out of context, people need some content
Niggas tryna keep up, shit is not a contest
Whippin’ Benz concept
Heaven-sent, God-sent
Least that’s what my mom says
Proof is in the progress, money’s not a object
Busy than a motherfucker, you know how my job get
Barkin’ up the wrong tree, you know how the dogs get
Haven’t fallen off yet, yee
Come with a classic, they come around years later and say it’s a sleeper
The earrings are real, the petty is real, might charge my ex for a feature
Deposit the money to Brenda, Laticia, or lend to Felicia
She came for me twice, I didn’t even nut for her once, you know I’m a pleaser
Forty-two millimeter, was made in Geneva
Yeah, I probably should go to Yeshiva, we went to Ibiza
Yeah, I probably should go link with Yeezy, I need me some Jesus
But soon as I started confessin’ my sins, he wouldn’t believe us

[Chorus: Drake]
Sins, I got sins on my mind
And some M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
I’m in love, I’m in love with two girls at one time
And they tens, that’s why I got ten on my mind
I got M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life
Amen

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I’m from the four, but I love me a threesome
Dior my deleter, she my lil’ secret
He tryna diss me to blow up, I peep it
I can’t respond, we just go at your people
If I left some racks on the bed, you can keep it
This shit gettin’ deeper and deeper, I dig it
My shovel wasn’t bent, I was broke, had to fix it
A shark in the water, you swim with the lil’ fishes
I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it
I grab her neck, she look up, then I kiss it
I’m not a GOAT, but I fit the description
I like to pour, so I get the prescription
We walk around with them bands in our britches
This gun ain’t gon’ jam, when I blow, I ain’t missin’
I’m droppin’ hit after hit, I’m just chillin’
But I’ll send a hit while I chill with my children
Bigger the business, the bigger the office
I fucked ’round and found me a swag, then I caught up
They call for my artists, they makin’ me offers
I don’t even bargain, I’ll start from the bottom
I lost a Ferrari, Las Vegas, Nevada
I woke up the followin’ day and went harder
I’m crackin’ my shell now, they see that I’m smarter
I gotta get money, I love to get charter
I gave her four Birkins and one’s for her daughter
I can’t let ’em down, walk around with my guard up
I’m screamin’ out “YOLO,” yeah, that’s still the motto
I know I be on some shit that they ain’t thought of

[Chorus: Drake]
Sins, I got sins on my mind
And some M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
I’m in love, I’m in love with two girls at one time
And they tens, that’s why I got ten on my mind
I got M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life
Amen

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Nipsey Hussle – Grindin All My Life

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 1]
Look, I’m married to this game, that’s who I made my wife
Said I’ll die alone, I told that bitch she prolly right
One thing that’s for sure, not a stranger to this life
Got a safe that’s full of Franklins and a shoulder full of stripes
I don’t know a nigga like myself
I say self made, meanin’ I designed myself
County jail failed, you can pull my file yourself
Bar raised, swallow rocks, I’m gettin’ high myself
Damn right, I like the life I built
I’m from west side, 60, shit, I might got killed
Standin’ so tall, they think I might got stilts
Legendary baller, like Mike, like Wilt
’96 Impala thug, life on wheels
Up against the walls, squabble at Fox Hills
Like a motherfuckin’ boss, ask me how I feel
Successful street nigga touchin’ his first mil

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 2]
Look, I got everythin’ I said I was gon’ get on my kid
In addition to that fact, I went legit on that shit
Now accordin’ to the way that I’m positioned in this biz
It look like I’m just gon’ keep on gettin’ rich
I know that west side, RSC’s is us
LAPD on my dick, I’ma squeeze and bust
If a rap nigga dead, switch cheese and bust
All this rap money, nigga, look I need too much
Money, loyalty and love, in the dream we trust
You be switchin’ up the players on your team too much
Tiny copy, that’s my loc, yo supreme, what up
And we travel round the world gettin’ cream and what
Ain’t you get off on whoever hustle, seem to rush
Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creep them punks
After all that lookin’ tough, all he see was stumps
50 Cent and Mayweather flee the scene with us, true story

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

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Nipsey Hussle – Grindin

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 1]
Look, I’m married to this game, that’s who I made my wife
Said I’ll die alone, I told that bitch she prolly right
One thing that’s for sure, not a stranger to this life
Got a safe that’s full of Franklins and a shoulder full of stripes
I don’t know a nigga like myself
I say self made, meanin’ I designed myself
County jail failed, you can pull my file yourself
Bar raised, swallow rocks, I’m gettin’ high myself
Damn right, I like the life I built
I’m from west side, 60, shit, I might got killed
Standin’ so tall, they think I might got stilts
Legendary baller, like Mike, like Wilt
’96 Impala thug, life on wheels
Up against the walls, squabble at Fox Hills
Like a motherfuckin’ boss, ask me how I feel
Successful street nigga touchin’ his first mil

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 2]
Look, I got everythin’ I said I was gon’ get on my kid
In addition to that fact, I’m well legit on that shit
Now accordin’ to the way that I’m positioned in this biz
It look like I’m just gon’ keep on gettin’ rich
I know that west side, RSC’s is us
LAPD on my dick, I’ma squeeze and bust
If a rap nigga dead, switch cheese and bust
All this rap money, nigga, look I need too much
Loyalty, money, love, in the dream we trust
You be switchin’ up the players on your team too much
Tiny copy, that’s my loc, yo supreme, what up
And we travel round the world gettin’ cream and what
Ain’t you get off on whoever hustle, seem to rush
Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creep them punks
After all that lookin’ tough, all he see was stumps
50 Cent and Mayweather flee the scene with us, true story

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

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RiFF RaFF – Always Up (feat. Yung Lean) (Balloween Album) letras

[Intro: Yung Lean]
Love it though

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

[Verse 1: Yung Lean]
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling I’m getting money
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Fuck you bitch, I be stunting
Neon lights up in my face
Always move to the next place
Dora on my fucking neck
Cuban link up on the Cuban
Rolling doobies acting stupid for my set
Shawty wet (splash)
Bitch I’m up next
I’m always up to something
I leave you with nothing
Guess what I feel it’s nothing
Fuckboys [?]
Heuer on my wrist
Bitches acting slick
Shawty on my dick and I love when she [moves it?]

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah top down for traitors
Flossing in Navigator
Balling like the Lakers
Kobe Bryant more paper
Hopped up freezers
Fifteen my speakers
Candy funky Four Seasons
Two beds for status
Recline in North Dallas
[?] at the purple palace
Las Vegas living lavish
I eat Versace salad

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

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Soulja Boy – Rockstar letras

[Intro]
Rich Gang nigga, rich gang in our bag nigga
Ay man, Rich Gang in the fuckin’ buildin’
London On Da motherfuckin’ Track
Soulja!
Yeah, I’ma just pour up the four
All of my niggas on go
Choppers underneath the floor
Strapped everywhere we go
We get money on the road

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
[Verse 1]
Rock star status
Come in it be swaggin’
Came in he be dabbin’
I’m dressed in the latest fashion
Pull up in a Bentley truck and it cost a millie
I just bought a Wraith, I got stars in the ceilin’
I’m cookin’ the crack
I’m servin’ that pack
London On Da Track
Stand in the trap
I make it right back
Broke nigga back back
In the penthouse pour up a four
Mansion came with the marble floor
Choppers, they underneath the flow
Fuck with Lil Soulja, the choppers gon’ blow
10 pints of the Hi-Tech
20 pints of the Actavis
100,000 Xans
I just took a trip over to France
Young nigga gettin’ money and I know they see it
I done prayed to God, this shit turned me to a demon

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar

[Verse 2]
Smokin’ on dope like the Haitians
Can’t fuck with the bitch if she basic
Pull up right on you, just see your location
Rollin’ up Backwoods and (?) on Vegas
I get the money, I don’t have no patience
Hop on the jet and I go to Las Vegas
Whippin’ my wrist, man a young nigga famous
.223 bullets, I’m grippin’ the stainless
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah I need two cups
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah and I’m piped up
Walk up in the club and I got 10 bad bitch
Make it rain in this bitch
Make it splash in this bitch
I just hit the cash
Trap nigga all about cash
Maserati do the dash
Runnin’ my check up so fast
Every chance that I get
When I get the money, I’ma shit on they ass
I’ma trap star, rap star, rock star, in love with the cash

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar