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 smoking grass
Pass me the drink watch a get towed down
gave the low down
Now it's time to put the hoes
I and questions got the bitch
Guessing 'bout the dick the white too quick
Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on another
Had no rub', hope the bitch don't me
Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to L.A
To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm
35 south 40 going
15 the opposite of on a quest

2 - Tech N9ne]
Hittin' straight bro
Looking for Kansas City hoes to poke
But rellish floats my
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get
Keeping suspicious niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one night
Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no
Rich man suits,? her off in the pillow
The next morning met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the number bianc so that when we come back
some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
40 west, to on through the
Arizona hittin' who can see me who, 3DQ
Is with us, you can say what you say
Kansas City all day, rellish on my way to L.A

- Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] (2x)
On our way to
All we want is the palm a pretty 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 bumpin' old hip-hop
Midwestside flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the when we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a
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, shady
Down-ass homies, phony
was dandy
So wassup to my Tammy
Tachey and Tez, right too
Misery niggas, right too
We gotta make that
We gotta jet, seven forty seven
Oh shit, eleven hundred mo'

4 - Tech N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we high gone
up show flows see hoes on the 405
Already hell alive I arrive
Midwest no Cristal just Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them dog niggas from Mizzizy
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect
the real dough, we got that real flow
You other busters fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a nigga the misery get with me
And me show you what the Tecca kill fo'
I'm out for baby, creating plaques baby
After I'm making the we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the
I'm off and can't a motherfucker me I'm off nigga