Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

No more in LA
Please baby no more in LA, uh
No more in LA
Please baby no parties 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 your bougie
Come Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a
I you the ropes, connect the dots
A country that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas your section with erection
in every direction, middle 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 rights to me, I mean
He flew you in motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making mad as fuck
She she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good confidence
cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Renge Kyo"
a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch
Lord mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five buddies all up on a Thursday
service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
The pop community, I mean these bitches come 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 of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on for the lames that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some

Scary,
No more in LA
baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it into the
Breakneck speeds, seat something pretty
back to how I got here in the first place
Second class wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga luxury taste buds
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay
Got from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get
I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you it to the choir
Any rumor you about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid
For all my with babies by bitches
That use kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect the father
The generation will be the real victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going to Philly
Back to our regularly programmin'
Of content of slow jammin'
But worry, this one's so jammin'
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' day
Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be
The is I be textin'
My got kids that I inspired
First song they played to me was 'bout friend that just died
and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd take 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?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some
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
just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like again
But the block is over, emcees cancel your plans
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 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 dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck
Bitches say he funny and
I feel like when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the
I feel Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we need to go out
We need the turbo thots, speed, turbo thots
it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do
She keep me back, good dick'll do that
She push me 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 cousins I 'em
Even the one stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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