Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you forgot Ray Bans
And my sheets orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the
She my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a
I you the ropes, connect the dots
A country that love Hollywood
used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this on first class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making them mad as
She she came out here 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
cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good
Ladies say "Nam Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get
Make me in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou not hurt me
Five all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in place
The opportunity, the proper top of and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come 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 lames that know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some

Scary,
No more in LA
baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something
back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first
A backpack nigga luxury taste buds
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 they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you it to the choir
Any rumor you heard me was true and legendary
I got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal
Not knowing the disconnect the father
The next generation be the real victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly programmin'
Of content of slow jammin'
But don't worry, one's so jammin'
You know L.A. is so jammin'
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 problem is I be
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First song played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather 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 selfish
I'm supposed to do?
Ride with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something smellin' like shit, the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way,
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my
If I y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know some fans who I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga
Tell my that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all out
And my assistant as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
Pink fur, got Nori like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole full
say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo
Drop-drop-drop-drop it Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do
She keep me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back 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 more in LA
Please baby no more in LA, uh
No more in LA
Please baby no parties in LA, uh
No more in LA
Please baby no more in LA, uh