Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from spray tan
It was more than porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like bougie booty
Come Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you my repertoire is like 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, your appetite
Liquor and niggas swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, and managers
and iPhone cameras
This unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making mad as fuck
She said she came out to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good
say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist and Captain Crunch cereal
have mercy, thou will 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
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in
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 lames that know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first
Second class bitches let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste
And a Vuitton 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
I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you it to the choir
Any rumor you heard about me was and legendary
I done got and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by
That use their kids as meal
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 what happens she ain't going back to Philly
to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of week content of jammin'
But don't worry, this so jammin'
You know that L.A. is so
I be every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got barricades
I be paranoid every
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The problem is I be
My psychiatrist got 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 my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried him
I had my life by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm to do?
around 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, 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 rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich problems
Tell my that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
Pink fur, got dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole gettin' money, thank God for E!
I rockin' jewelry, a whole neck 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 Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the thots, high speed, turbo thots
it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good do that
She keep pushin' me back, dick'll do that
She push me back the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends tell my I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty

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