Luyện nghe bài hát On Our Way to L.A.

[Verse 1 - Don
I'm all about the cash, to get the ass
5-6 the homie smoking grass
Pass me the drink watch a nigga get towed
gave the low down
Now it's to put the hoes down
I and questions got the bitch
Guessing 'bout the dick the white too quick
Nothin' but a bitch now I'm on another journey
Had no rub', the bitch don't burn me
Ten away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees
35 south 40 west
15 the of north on a quest

[Verse 2 - Tech
prospect straight bro
Looking for some Kansas hoes to poke
But rellish my boat
a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one night
Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The next morning met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the bianc so that when we come back through
Play some questions you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
40 west, to on through the
Arizona corners who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down us, you can say what you say
Kansas City all day, offer on my way to L.A

- Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] (2x)
On our way to
All we is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich)
Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it to L.A.)
Turn Cali to

3 - Don Juan]
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas waste no
Make a pit stop old school hip-hop
Midwestside flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish we creep
in Oklahoma City got us a suite
Gave niggas much love, passed bud
Come baby get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
Beautiful ladies, nobody
homies, nobody phony
Everything was
So wassup to my Tammy
Tachey and Tez, right too
niggas, right too sick
We gotta that group
We gotta jet, seven forty style
Oh shit, hundred mo' miles

[Verse 4 - Tech
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we stayed high
Wake up show flows see on the 405
Already hell alive when I
Midwest no Cristal just Caribou Lou
like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them road dog from Mizzizy
We on Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got real flow
You other busters coming like a dildo
And if you wanna try a nigga from the get with me
And me show you what the Tecca Nina fo'
I'm out for baby, creating plaques baby
After I'm making the rellish we can hit the maybe
Billboard live, rockin' heads at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off