Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you forgot your Ray
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, well cutie, I like bougie booty
Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the
A country girl that Hollywood
Mama used to cook red and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with
Smoke in every direction, finger pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone
This unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I that pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on class
went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam it equate the math?
That shit add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list
I baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, will not hurt me
buddies 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 these bitches with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving 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 dumb to be a
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 parties in LA
Please baby, no more in LA
night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first
Second bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack with luxury taste buds
And a Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't on a list
Strippers get invited to where they get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn 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 niggas with by bitches
That use kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect the father
The next generation will be the victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled
Of week of slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so
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 psychiatrist got that I inspired
First they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by friends who had selfish intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I popped the Xans
I know 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 problems
Tell my that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all out
And my assistant crashed as as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
Pink fur, got dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family money, thank God for E!
I love jewelry, a whole neck full
say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my
I feel 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, speed, turbo thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like
She brace herself and my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the go too deep
This good dick'll put your ass to
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends tell my cousins I 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you motherfucker

Please baby no parties in LA
Please no more 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