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

[Verse 2 - N9ne]
Hittin' prospect bro
Looking for some Kansas hoes to poke
But rellish my boat
Keep a nigga for in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, with many dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one
Hit it then I'm out, no diggity no doubt
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The next morning dippin' met some biancs in
Give me the number bianc so that when we come through
Play questions with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
40 west, to Alberquerque on the
hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ
Is with us, you can say what you say
Kansas all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A

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

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

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