Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Come To LA

[Hook: SadBoy & YG 2x]
Don't to LA
fucking with me
I go broke rob fools for their
Stick yo hand up like you
Doing things that my momma said I be
So come to LA

1: YG]
I give a fuck
Who you paying
Who name you
You good around here
ya'll niggas fucking up the rep
Ya'll with the set
Its really war here
Shit I'm even problems in the set
But I'm really the set
Ya'll don't come around
So when niggas hop of the jet
You tuck what's on ya neck
And get the fuck from round
Cause ya'll paying for the lifestyle thats watered
Bompton! That where I'm shit is not allowed
out of bounds
Keep that out of shit out of town
You banging out of town
Its too to holla now (woah)
Ima get the OGs on
And press the issues on you (woah)
Or hit you with a you can't afford
Then catch yo ass at the BET Awards

[Hook: Loko & YG 2x]
come to LA
Nobody with me
I go broke rob fools for their
Stick yo up like you guilty
things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't to LA

2: AD]
Don't come to LA
Outta town niggas watchin' Wrong get you sprayed, cuz
This shit for real, this ain't for play
homies bustin' missions in a [?]
Don't give a who you gone
scare me
Pirus love me solo all inside a rare
And shit I'm coming a rare breed
snitching give you digits off a scared plea
Hold on YG you came out with BPT
niggas think it's cool to come down to the CPT
Remember back when rappers was to come into town
That was Hollywood passes man that shit on water damn!
A change got you workin' like a slave
Pac rollin' in his grave
Ain't no passes on the set, all you niggas out here fucking up the west, oh god!

SadBoy Loko & YG 2x]
Don't to LA
Nobody with me
I go broke rob fools for their
Stick yo hand up like you
Doing things that my momma I shouldn't be
So don't to LA

[Verse 3: Baby]
First off a no fly zone
If you ain't know with the
take yo ass home
And get some of the month
the checks, c'mon
Yeah you better check in if you niggas room
won't color my phone
My Tiny Locs pull up with that thing on dome
Your money chain and 60 seconds is gone
Man I rather text a nigga a feature for songs
Run up on 'em like nigga where the at
My on go like 60 green lights
got jacked trynna' eat right
With my niggas all drugs they don't think
a recession man the hood fucked up
If a nigga ain't trippin' got the in the club
You around like you can't get touched
But JFK was a and still got his ass bust

[Hook: SadBoy & YG 2x]
come to LA
Nobody fucking me
I go rob fools for their jewelry
yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I be
So come to LA