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 your spray tan
It was more than soft for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the
A girl that love Hollywood
Mama to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your
pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
Smoke in direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and
Music and iPhone
This shit unanimous for you, it's for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I
He flew you in this motherfucker on class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it the math?
That don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list
I said baby, spin that round and say the backwards
You're dealing malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don't know a condom is
The head still good though, the head good though
say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain cereal
have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was 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 know a rookie
Instagram is the best way to some pussy

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no more in LA
Friday night tryna make it the city
speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the 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 more
did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody get fired
I was uninspired Lauryn Hill retired
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 their as meal tickets
Not the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the victims
I fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she going back to Philly
to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of content of slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid every
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My got kids that I inspired
song they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Drive
That's why I'd rather the 405
I be 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I 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 days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my
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 old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
Pink fur, got dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck
Bitches say he and disrespectful
I feel like when I'm workin' on my shoes
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, high speed, thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good do that
She keep pushin' me back, dick'll do that
She push me back when the go too deep
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 cousins I 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty

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