Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you forgot Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from spray tan
It was more than porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like bougie booty
Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a
I show you the ropes, connect the
A country girl that love
Mama used to cook red beans and
Now Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming section with erection
in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and
and iPhone cameras
This shit for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna the yam like it equate the math?
shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an rapper
I said baby, spin that and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a is
The head still though, the head still 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, will not hurt me
buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in place
The opportunity, the top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units through 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
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
baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it the city
speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got in the first place
Second class bitches let me on first base
A backpack nigga luxury taste buds
And a Louis store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for more famous
When did I become A I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to they only get hired
When I get on my 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 true and
I done got Lewinsky and paid
For all my niggas babies by bitches
That use kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect the father
The next generation 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 programmin'
Of content of slow jammin'
But worry, this one's so jammin'
You know that L.A. is so
I be every day
Mulholland Drive, to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid time
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The problem is I be
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First song they played to me was 'bout their friend that just
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland
That's why I'd take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be 'bout Kim
But Saint is Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best who had selfish intents
What I'm to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some
Every agent I know know I hate
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's me, I do it my way, bitch
days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like again
But the writer's block is over, emcees your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with 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 family money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole full
Bitches say he and disrespectful
I feel like when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it Robocop
She herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep me back, good dick'll do that
She me back when the dick go too deep
This good put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends my cousins I love 'em
Even the one stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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