Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

No parties in LA
Please baby no more in LA, uh
No more in LA
Please baby no parties in LA, uh
No (Los Angeles)

Hey baby you forgot your Ray
And my sheets still from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the
She remember my Sprinter, "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie
Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the
A girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil appetite
Liquor pouring and swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and
Music and iPhone
This shit unanimous for you, it's for you, one thing
I think that should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list
I said baby, that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a nigga's confidence
Just he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the still good though
say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not me
Five buddies all up on a Thursday
Bottle service, service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
The pop community, I mean these come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving through consumer streets
my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And G, I was all for it
She K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on game for the lames don't know they're a rookie
is the best way to promote some pussy

Scary,
No parties in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger something pretty
back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first
A backpack nigga with luxury taste
And a Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for more famous
did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill
And 3 Stacks, man, you it to the choir
Any rumor you heard about me was and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid
For all my niggas with by bitches
use their kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the
The next generation be the real victims
I can't fault 'em
I remember Amber told my boy no matter happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly programmin'
Of week content of slow
But worry, this one's so jammin'
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up got damn barricades
I be paranoid time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be
The problem is I be
My got kids that I inspired
First they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be 'bout Kim
But Saint is Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish
What I'm to do?
Ride with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something smellin' like shit, that's the new
It's just me, I do it my way,
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I popped the Xans
I know some who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, cancel your plans
I'm 38 old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I ain't drivin'
It took 6 months to the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin' money, God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a neck full
Bitches say he funny and
I like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel Pablo when I see me on the news
I like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do
She pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back the dick go too deep
This dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends tell my I love 'em
the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

Please baby no more in LA
baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more in LA
Please baby no parties in LA, uh
No parties in LA
Please no more parties in LA, uh