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 towed
Tech gave the low
Now it's time to put the down
I came and questions got the
Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the white too
Nothin' but a trick now I'm on another journey
Had no rub', hope the don't burn me
Ten away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To make Gs, pretty and palm trees
35 40 going west
15 the of north on a quest

[Verse 2 - N9ne]
Hittin' prospect bro
Looking for some Kansas City hoes to
But floats my boat
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get
suspicious middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many dope
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in stayin' over for one night
Hit it right then I'm out, no no doubt
Rich man suits,? her off in the pillow
The next morning met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the bianc so that when we come back through
Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo,
40 west, to on through the
Arizona hittin' 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 (and become 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 no time
Make a pit stop bumpin' old hip-hop
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 baby get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
ladies, nobody shady
Down-ass homies, nobody
Everything was
So wassup to my homegirls
Tachey and Tez, too thick
Misery niggas, too sick
We gotta make that
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 I arrive
Midwest no Cristal just Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. a new crew but who?
Them road dog niggas Mizzizy
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect
What's the dough, we got that real flow
You busters coming fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a from the misery get with me
And me you what the Tecca Nina kill fo'
I'm out for baby, creating plaques baby
After I'm the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, hella heads at the Roxy
I'm off and a motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga