Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

No parties 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 sheets still orange your spray tan
It was more than soft for the K-man
She my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie
Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you my repertoire is like a wrestler
I you the ropes, connect the dots
A country that love Hollywood
used to cook red beans and rice
Now Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming section with erection
Smoke in every direction, finger pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and cameras
shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I
He flew you in this on first class
Even out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making mad as fuck
She said she came out here to an A-list rapper
I said baby, that round 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 what a condom is
The head still though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch
Lord mercy, thou 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 come uni fee
And I through with ease, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was 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 that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the way to promote some pussy

Scary,
No parties in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
Friday night tryna it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger something pretty
Thinking to how I got here in the first place
class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with taste buds
And a Vuitton 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
get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my 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 Lewinsky and secretaries
For all my with babies by bitches
That use kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the
The next will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em
I remember Amber told my boy no what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our scheduled programmin'
Of week content of slow
But don't worry, this one's so
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be every day
Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
I be every time
The pressure, the ain't I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids I inspired
First song they to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and 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 threatened by best who had selfish intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and tints?
Every agent I know know I hate
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something smellin' like shit, the new fragrance
just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some 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 who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the block is over, emcees cancel your 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 to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as 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 jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my
I feel like when 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 need the turbo thots, speed, turbo thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like
She herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good do that
She push me back when the go too deep
good dick'll 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

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