Luyện nghe bài hát No More Parties In LA

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

Hey baby you your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from spray tan
It was more than soft for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like bougie booty
Come Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, the dots
A country girl that Hollywood
Mama used to red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section erection
Smoke in every direction, middle pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone
This shit unanimous for you, damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the
That shit don't add up, making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's
cause he a nerd and you don't 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, monks and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a
service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units through 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 that don't know a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no more in LA
Friday night make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something
Thinking to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches let me on first base
A backpack nigga with taste buds
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay
Got pussy beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I A list? I wasn't even 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 preach it to the
Any rumor you heard about me was true and
I got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with by bitches
That use their kids as tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the
The next generation be the real victims
I fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going to Philly
Back to our scheduled programmin'
Of week content of jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so
You know that L.A. is so
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up got damn barricades
I be paranoid every
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First song played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Drive
why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried Kim
But is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm to do?
around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I hate
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something smellin' 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 knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've the Xans
I know some fans who thought I rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, cancel your plans
I'm 38 old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck
say he funny and disrespectful
I like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the
I feel like Pablo when I'm on my house
'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, speed, turbo thots
it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do
She keep pushin' me back, 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 the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

Please no more 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