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 nigga get down
Tech the low down
Now it's to put the hoes down
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', the bitch don't burn me
Ten hours away, I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To make Gs, pretty and palm trees
35 40 going west
15 the opposite of north on a

[Verse 2 - Tech
Hittin' prospect bro
Looking for some Kansas City to poke
But floats my boat
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I get mine
Keeping middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many styles
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 off in the pillow
The next morning dippin' met some in Amarillo
me the number bianc so that when we come back through
Play some questions 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 us, you can say what you say
City all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A

[Hook - 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 to Missouri

[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 Oklahoma City got us a
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, phony
was dandy
So wassup to my homegirls
and Tez, right too thick
Misery niggas, too sick
We gotta make group
We gotta jet, forty seven style
Oh shit, hundred mo' miles

4 - Tech N9ne]
L.A. my on
The up in L.A. we stayed high gone
up show flows see hoes on the 405
Already alive when I arrive
style no Cristal just Caribou Lou
Feel I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them road dog from Mizzizy
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' we on prospect dizzy
the real dough, we got that real flow
You busters coming 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 stacks baby, creating plaques
I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, rockin' heads at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off