Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Come To LA

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

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

[Hook: Loko & YG 2x]
come to LA
Nobody fucking me
I go broke rob fools for jewelry
Stick yo hand up you guilty
Doing things that my momma I shouldn't be
So come to LA

2: AD]
Don't come to LA
Outta niggas watchin' Wrong words get you sprayed, cuz
This for real, this ain't for play cause
Lil' homies bustin' in a [?]
Don't a fuck who you gone
Nobody me
Pirus love me solo all inside a rare
And shit I'm from a rare breed
Nowadays snitching you digits off a scared plea
on YG since you came out with BPT
These think it's cool to come down to the CPT
Remember when rappers was scared to come into town
That was Hollywood man that shit on water down damn!
A lil' change got you workin' a slave
Pac prolly rollin' in his
no more passes on the set, all you niggas out here fucking up the west, oh god!

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

3: Bricc Baby]
First off this a no fly
If you ain't know with the
Better yo ass home
And get first of the month
Cash the checks,
Yeah you better in if you niggas want room
Look color my phone
My Tiny Locs pull up with that on your dome
Your money chain and rollie 60 is gone
Man I rather text a fuck a feature for songs
Run up on 'em like nigga the scene at
My on go like 60 green lights
Just got trynna' eat right
With my niggas all drugs they don't right
a recession man the hood fucked up
If a ain't trippin' got the heat in the club
You walk around you can't get touched
But JFK was a and still got his ass bust

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