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 forgot Ray Bans
And my still orange from your spray tan
It was than soft porn for the K-man
She my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, make a movie
Hell, you know my is like a wrestler
I you the ropes, connect the dots
A country that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming section with erection
Smoke in direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, and managers
Music and iPhone
shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He you in this motherfucker on first class
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 them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that round and say the backwards
dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not 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 these bitches with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units through streets
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in
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
is the best way to promote some pussy

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it the city
Breakneck speeds, seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first
Second class bitches let me on first base
A backpack with luxury taste buds
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay
Got pussy beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't on a list
Strippers get invited to where only get hired
I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you heard about me was and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid
For all my niggas babies by bitches
That use kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the from the father
The generation will be the real victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she going back to Philly
to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of week content of slow
But don't worry, this so jammin'
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be every day
Drive, need 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 psychiatrist got kids that I
First song 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 my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish
What I'm to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and tints?
Every agent I know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something like shit, that's the new fragrance
just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know some who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your
I'm 38 old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I the road so I ain't never drivin'
It 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant as soon as they 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
Bitches say he and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm on my shoes
I feel like Pablo I see me on the news
I feel like when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't to go out
We the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do
She keep pushin' me back, good do that
She push me back when the dick go too
This good dick'll put 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 that stole the laptop, you motherfucker

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