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 homie smoking grass
Pass me the drink watch a nigga get towed
gave the low down
Now it's time to put the down
I came and questions got the
Guessing the dick fucked the white too quick
Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on journey
Had no rub', hope the bitch burn me
Ten away, then I'm on my way to Cali 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 City hoes to poke
But floats my boat
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get
Keeping suspicious middle niggers behind my
Rewind my rhyme, Nina many dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma over for one night
Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The morning dippin' 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 with us, you can say 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 palm a pretty bitch (and become rich)
dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)
Turn Cali to

3 - Don Juan]
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 waste no time
Make a pit bumpin' old school hip-hop
never flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the when we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a
Gave niggas love, passed much bud
here baby get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
Beautiful ladies, nobody
Down-ass homies, phony
Everything was
So to my homegirls Tammy
Tachey and Tez, right too
niggas, right too sick
We gotta that group
We gotta jet, seven forty seven
Oh shit, eleven hundred mo'

[Verse 4 - N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we stayed high
Wake up flows see hoes on the 405
Already alive when I arrive
Midwest style no Cristal just 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
What's the real dough, we got real flow
You busters coming fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a nigga from the get with me
And me show you what the Tecca kill fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, creating plaques
After I'm the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the
I'm off and can't a stop me I'm off nigga