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 smoking grass
Pass me the drink watch a nigga get down
Tech the low down
Now time to put the hoes down
I came and got the bitch
Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the white too
Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on another
Had no rub', hope the don't burn me
Ten hours away, I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees
35 40 going west
15 the of north on a quest

[Verse 2 - N9ne]
prospect straight bro
Looking for some Kansas City to poke
But rellish my boat
Keep a nigga for in my pocket I gotta get mine
suspicious middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many dope
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one night
Hit it right I'm out, no diggity no doubt
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The morning dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the number so that when we come back through
Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo,
40 west, to Alberquerque on the
Arizona corners who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down us, you can say what you say
Kansas 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 pretty bitch (and rich)
Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it to L.A.)
Turn Cali to

[Verse 3 - Don
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas waste no
Make a pit stop bumpin' old school
Midwestside flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the when we creep
Stopped in City got us a suite
Gave much love, passed much bud
Come here baby get at me show what you of
12 20 north-west, a little get
Beautiful ladies, nobody
Down-ass homies, phony
was dandy
So wassup to my Tammy
and Tez, right too thick
Misery niggas, right too
We gotta that group
We gotta jet, seven seven style
Oh shit, hundred mo' miles

[Verse 4 - Tech
L.A. my on
The up in L.A. we stayed high gone
Wake up show flows see on the 405
Already hell when I arrive
Midwest style no Cristal just Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new but who?
Them road dog from Mizzizy
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got that real
You other busters coming fake a dildo
And if you wanna try a from the misery get with me
And me show you what the Nina kill fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, plaques baby
After I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack
live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy
I'm off and a motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga