Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your tan
It was more than porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is a wrestler
I show you the ropes, the dots
A country that love Hollywood
Mama to cook red beans and rice
Now Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with
Smoke in every direction, middle pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and
and iPhone cameras
This 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 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, that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, kill 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 Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch
Lord have mercy, thou will not me
Five buddies all up on a Thursday
Bottle service, service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
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 kicking in
And G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of to be a poet
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 parties in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger something pretty
Thinking back to how I got in the first place
class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack with luxury taste buds
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay
Got pussy from I did for niggas more famous
When did I A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody get fired
I was uninspired since Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you heard about me was true and
I got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas babies by bitches
That use their as meal tickets
Not knowing the from the father
The next generation be the real victims
I fault 'em really
I remember Amber my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled
Of week content of jammin'
But don't worry, this so jammin'
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got damn
I be paranoid every
The pressure, the ain't I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got that I inspired
First song they played to me was 'bout friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be 'bout Kim
But is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout 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?
agent I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something smellin' shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way,
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the
I some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I ain't never
It took 6 months to the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
Pink fur, got Nori like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole 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 Pablo 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, 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 push me back 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 friends tell my cousins I love 'em
Even the one stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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