Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

No more in LA
Please no more 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 still orange from your spray tan
It was more than porn for the K-man
She my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's a movie
Hell, you my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, the dots
A country girl love Hollywood
used to cook red beans and rice
Now Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, and managers
Music and iPhone
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one
I think pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an bag
Now you wanna the yam like it equate the math?
That don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that and say the alphabet backwards
You're with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you know what a condom is
The head still good though, the still good though
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
buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and cheek
The pop community, I mean bitches come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units through consumer
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in
And G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a
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 parties in LA
baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it into the
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something
back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on base
A backpack nigga with luxury buds
And a Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get 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 it to the choir
Any rumor you heard me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and secretaries
For all my niggas with by bitches
That use their kids as meal
Not the disconnect from the father
The next will be the real victims
I fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to
Back to our regularly 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 every time
The pressure, the ain't I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First song played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland
why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I worried 'bout him
I had my life by best friends who had selfish intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and tints?
Every I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something like shit, that's 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 knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've the Xans
I know some fans who thought I rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with nigga problems
Tell my wife I hate the road so I ain't never 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 slam
Pink fur, got Nori like Cam, thank 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 when I'm workin' on my
I feel like Pablo I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em in here, we don't need to go out
We the turbo thots, high speed, turbo 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 when the dick go too deep
good dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as friends tell my cousins I love 'em
the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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