Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Come To LA

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

1: YG]
I don't give a
Who you paying
Who name you
You ain't good around
ya'll niggas fucking up the rep
Ya'll playing the set
Its really war round
Shit I'm even problems in the set
But I'm from the set
Ya'll come around here
So ya'll niggas hop of the jet
You better what's on ya neck
And get the fuck from round
Cause ya'll for the lifestyle thats watered down
Bompton! That I'm from shit is not allowed
out of bounds
Keep that out of shit out of town
You wasn't banging out of
Its too to holla 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]
Don't to LA
fucking with me
I go rob fools for their jewelry
yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my said I shouldn't be
So don't to LA

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

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

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

[Hook: Loko & YG 2x]
Don't to LA
fucking with me
I go broke rob for their jewelry
yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my said I shouldn't be
So don't to LA