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

Hey baby you your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your tan
It was more than soft for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the
A country that love Hollywood
Mama used to red beans and rice
Now Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and swarming your section with erection
Smoke in direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, and managers
and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's for you, one thing
I think that pussy only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on class
Even went out his way so you could check in an bag
Now you wanna 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 find an rapper
I said baby, that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don't know 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 Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, will not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a
Bottle service, head service, I in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and cheek
The pop community, I these bitches come with uni fee
And I walk through 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 kind of 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 make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat pretty
back to how I got here in the first place
Second class wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste
And a Louis store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from I did for niggas more famous
did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they get hired
When I get on my Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you heard about me was and legendary
I done got and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with by bitches
use their kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the
The next generation will be the real
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going to Philly
Back to our scheduled programmin'
Of week content of slow
But don't worry, this so jammin'
You know 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 ain't I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My got kids that I inspired
First song played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Drive
That's why I'd take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried Kim
But is baby 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 car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I hate
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 plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich problems
Tell my wife that I hate the road so I never drivin'
It took 6 to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
Pink fur, got Nori dressing 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 Pablo when I see me on the
I feel like when I'm workin' on my house
'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, speed, turbo thots
it like Robocop
She brace herself and my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too
This dick'll 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 that stole the laptop, you motherfucker

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