Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

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

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat pretty
Thinking back to how I got in the first place
Second class wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas famous
When did I become A I wasn't even on a list
get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you heard about me was and legendary
I done got and paid secretaries
For all my niggas babies by bitches
That use kids as meal tickets
Not the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled
Of week content of jammin'
But don't worry, one's so jammin'
You know L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got barricades
I be paranoid every
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got that I inspired
First song they played to me was 'bout friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' Mulholland Drive
why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and tints?
Every agent I know know I hate
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this
But the block is over, emcees cancel your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I ain't drivin'
It 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, God for me
Whole gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole full
Bitches say he funny and
I feel like Pablo when I'm on my shoes
I feel Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like 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
it like Robocop
She herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too
This good put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends tell my cousins I 'em
Even the one stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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