Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Come To LA

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

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

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

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

[Hook: Loko & 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 I shouldn't be
So come to LA

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

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