Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you your Ray Bans
And my sheets orange from your spray tan
It was more soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a
I show you the ropes, the dots
A country girl love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with
Smoke in every direction, finger pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
and iPhone cameras
This unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy only be holding 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 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 to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you know what a condom is
The head still though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Kyo"
a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou not hurt me
buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of and booty cheek
The pop community, I these bitches come with uni fee
And I through with ease, moving units through consumer streets
my shoe released, she was kicking 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 lames that know they're a rookie
Instagram is the way to promote some pussy

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something
Thinking back to how I got here in the first
Second bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury buds
And a Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more
When did I become A list? I wasn't on a list
Strippers get to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, gon' get fired
I was uninspired Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you heard me was true and legendary
I done got and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by
That use their kids as meal
Not knowing the disconnect from the
The next will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em
I remember told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our scheduled programmin'
Of week content of jammin'
But don't worry, one's so jammin'
You know that L.A. is so
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid every
The pressure, the problem ain't I be
The problem is I be
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First song they played to me was 'bout their friend just died
Textin' and drivin' down Drive
why I'd rather 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 by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm to do?
Ride around with a car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I hate
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's is over, emcees cancel your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the all matted out
And my crashed as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
Pink fur, got dressing 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 like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm on my house
Tell 'em in here, we don't 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, 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 friends tell my cousins I love 'em
the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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