Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you your Ray Bans
And my sheets still from your spray tan
It was more than porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, make a movie
Hell, you my repertoire is like a wrestler
I you the ropes, connect the dots
A country that love Hollywood
Mama used to red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, and managers
Music and iPhone
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one
I think that pussy should only be holding exclusive to me, I mean
He flew you in motherfucker on first class
went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna the yam like 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, spin that round and say the backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you know what a condom is
The still good though, the head 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
have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five buddies all up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I in first place
The opportunity, the top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean bitches come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units consumer streets
my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on game for the that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote pussy

Scary,
No parties in LA
Please baby, no more in LA
Friday night tryna make it the city
Breakneck speeds, seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first
class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A nigga with luxury taste buds
And a Louis store, got all of my pay stubs
Got from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get
I was uninspired since Lauryn retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you about me was true and legendary
I got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my with babies by bitches
That use their as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the
The generation will be the real victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter happens she ain't going back to Philly
to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of week of slow jammin'
But worry, this one's so jammin'
You know that L.A. is so
I be every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got barricades
I be every time
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My got kids that I inspired
First song they played to me was 'bout their that just died
and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I worried 'bout him
I had my life by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm to do?
Ride around with a car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I hate
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my
If I knew y'all plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like again
But the block is over, emcees cancel your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich 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 as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, God for me
Whole family gettin' money, God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a neck full
Bitches say he and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't to go out
We need the turbo thots, speed, turbo thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like
She brace herself and hold my stomach, dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do
She push me when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put your ass to
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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