Luyện nghe bài hát On Our Way to L.A.

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

[Verse 2 - N9ne]
Hittin' prospect bro
Looking for Kansas City hoes to poke
But floats my boat
a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping suspicious niggers behind my line
my rhyme, Nina with many dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' for one night
Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The next morning dippin' met biancs in Amarillo
Give me the bianc so that when we come back through
Play some with 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 want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and rich)
Rogue we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)
Turn to Missouri

3 - Don Juan]
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas no time
Make a pit stop bumpin' old school
never flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the when we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma got us a suite
Gave much love, passed much bud
here baby get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
Beautiful ladies, nobody
Down-ass homies, phony
was dandy
So to my homegirls Tammy
Tachey and Tez, right too
niggas, right too sick
We gotta that group
We gotta jet, forty seven style
Oh shit, hundred mo' miles

[Verse 4 - N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we stayed gone
Wake up show see hoes on the 405
hell alive when I arrive
Midwest no Cristal just Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them road dog niggas Mizzizy
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on dizzy
What's the real dough, we got real flow
You other coming fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a from the misery get with me
And me show you what the Tecca Nina fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, creating plaques
After I'm the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off