Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you forgot Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your tan
It was more than soft 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 my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the
A country that love Hollywood
used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and cameras
shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this on first class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam it equate the math?
That shit don't add up, making them 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 dealing malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head 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 Captain cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not me
buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and cheek
The pop community, I mean these come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, 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 lames don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote pussy

Scary,
No more in LA
baby, no more parties in LA
Friday tryna make it into the city
speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on base
A backpack nigga with luxury buds
And a Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't on a list
get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill
And 3 Stacks, man, you it to the choir
Any rumor you about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and secretaries
For all my with babies by bitches
use their kids as meal tickets
Not the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the victims
I can't fault 'em
I Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly programmin'
Of week of slow jammin'
But don't worry, this so jammin'
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up got damn barricades
I be paranoid time
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The problem is I be
My psychiatrist got kids I inspired
First song they played to me was 'bout their friend that just
and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather the 405
I be worried my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is 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 bulletproof car and some
agent I know know I hate agents
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 I'm in my Yeezys, some 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 rap like this again
But the block is over, emcees cancel your plans
I'm 38 old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems
Tell my that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
And my crashed as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, God for me
Whole family gettin' money, God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole 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 don't 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 pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back the dick go too deep
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 dirty

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