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 more in LA, uh
No (Los Angeles)

Hey baby you forgot your Ray
And my sheets still orange from your tan
It was more than porn for the K-man
She my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your booty
Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the
A country girl that Hollywood
Mama to cook red beans and rice
Now Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and
Music and iPhone
shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He you in this motherfucker on first class
went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the
That shit don't add up, you're them mad as fuck
She said she came out to find an A-list rapper
I baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a is
The still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Renge Kyo"
Make a say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou not hurt me
Five all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
The pop community, I mean bitches come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units 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 don't they're a rookie
is the best way to promote some pussy

Scary,
No parties in LA
Please baby, no more in LA
night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something
Thinking back to how I got here in the place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on base
A backpack with luxury taste buds
And a Louis store, got all of my pay stubs
Got from beats I did for niggas more famous
did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to they only get hired
I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired 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 paid
For all my with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal
Not knowing the disconnect from the
The next generation will be the real
I fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled
Of content of slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so
You know L.A. is so jammin'
I be every day
Mulholland Drive, 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
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland
That's why I'd rather the 405
I be worried my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by friends who had selfish intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride around a bulletproof 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 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 the Xans
I know some who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with nigga problems
my wife that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all out
And my assistant 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 whole neck
Bitches say he and disrespectful
I like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like when I see me on the news
I like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em in here, we don't need to go out
We the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
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 put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends tell my I love 'em
Even the one stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

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