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 spot homie smoking
Pass me the drink a nigga get towed down
Tech the low down
Now it's time to put the hoes
I and questions got the bitch
Guessing 'bout the fucked the white too quick
Nothin' but a trick now I'm on another journey
Had no rub', hope the bitch burn me
Ten away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To make Gs, pretty and palm trees
35 south 40 going
15 the opposite of on a quest

[Verse 2 - Tech
Hittin' prospect bro
for some Kansas City hoes to poke
But floats my boat
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get
Keeping suspicious niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma over for one night
Hit it right I'm out, no diggity no doubt
man suits,? her face off in the pillow
The next morning dippin' met some in Amarillo
Give me the number bianc so that when we come back
Play questions 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 with us, you can say you say
City all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A

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

[Verse 3 - Don
We hit the highway, the fly way
89 niggas waste no time
Make a pit stop old school hip-hop
Midwestside flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma got us a suite
Gave niggas love, passed much bud
Come here baby get at me show you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
ladies, nobody shady
Down-ass homies, nobody
was dandy
So wassup to my Tammy
Tachey and Tez, too thick
niggas, right too sick
We gotta make group
We gotta jet, forty seven style
Oh shit, eleven mo' miles

4 - Tech N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we high gone
Wake up show see hoes on the 405
Already alive when I arrive
Midwest style no Cristal Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. a new crew but who?
road dog niggas from Mizzizy
We rollin' on mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got real flow
You other busters fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a nigga from the get with me
And me show you the Tecca Nina kill fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, plaques baby
After I'm the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, rockin' heads at the Roxy
I'm off and a motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga