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

Hey you forgot your Ray Bans
And my still orange from your spray 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 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 to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section erection
in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, and managers
Music and cameras
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 flew you in this motherfucker on class
Even went out his way so you could in an extra 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 an A-list rapper
I baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good
Ladies say "Nam Renge Kyo"
Make a say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou not hurt me
Five buddies all up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in place
The opportunity, the proper top of and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean bitches come with uni fee
And I walk with ease, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was in gratuity
And G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a
I'mma put you on game for the that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
Friday night tryna it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat pretty
Thinking back to how I got in the first place
class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury buds
And a Louis store, got all of my pay stubs
Got from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where only get hired
When I get on my Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you heard about me was true and
I done got Lewinsky and paid
For all my niggas babies by bitches
That use kids as meal tickets
Not the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the victims
I can't 'em really
I remember told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of content of slow jammin'
But don't worry, one's so jammin'
You know that L.A. is so
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up got damn barricades
I be every time
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The problem is I be
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
and drivin' down 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 by best friends who had selfish intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a car and some tints?
Every I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way,
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, days I'm in my Vans
If I knew made 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, cancel your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich problems
Tell my wife that I hate the so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love jewelry, a whole neck full
say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like when I see me on the news
I feel Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, speed, turbo thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it Robocop
She brace herself and my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good do that
She push me back when the dick go too
good dick'll 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

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