Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you 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 Erykah Badu me, well, make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is a wrestler
I show you the ropes, the dots
A country that love Hollywood
Mama used to red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil appetite
Liquor pouring and swarming 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, damaging for you, one thing
I think that should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first
Even went out his way so you could in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, making them mad as fuck
She said she out here to find an A-list rapper
I baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, 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 good though
say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a
Bottle service, head service, I came in first
The opportunity, the proper top of and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was in gratuity
And G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a
put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the way to promote some pussy

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no more in LA
Friday night tryna it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first
Second class wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury buds
And a Louis store, got all of my pay stubs
Got from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I A list? 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 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 Lewinsky and paid
For all my niggas babies by bitches
That use their kids as tickets
Not knowing the from the father
The next will be the real victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to
Back to our regularly scheduled
Of week of slow jammin'
But don't worry, this so jammin'
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid time
The pressure, the ain't I be drivin'
The problem is I be
My psychiatrist got kids I inspired
First song they played to me was 'bout their that just died
Textin' and drivin' Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather the 405
I be 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had 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' shit, that's the new fragrance
just 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 made plans I wouldn't've popped the
I know some fans who I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, cancel your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I never drivin'
It took 6 months to the Maybach all matted out
And my crashed as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole gettin' money, thank God for E!
I rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm on my shoes
I like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we 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, dick'll do that
She pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She me back 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 tell my I love 'em
Even the one stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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