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
me the drink watch a nigga get towed down
Tech gave the low
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 bitch now I'm on another
Had no rub', hope the bitch don't me
Ten away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm
35 south 40 west
15 the of north on a quest

[Verse 2 - Tech
prospect straight bro
Looking for Kansas City hoes to poke
But rellish floats my
Keep a nigga for live in my I gotta get mine
Keeping suspicious middle behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it some biancas 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 so that when we come back through
Play some with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
40 west, to Alberquerque on the
Arizona hittin' who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down us, you can say what you say
Kansas all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A

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

[Verse 3 - Don
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas no time
Make a pit stop old school hip-hop
never flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we
Stopped in City got us a suite
Gave much love, passed much bud
Come here get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a little get
Beautiful ladies, shady
Down-ass homies, phony
Everything was
So to my homegirls Tammy
Tachey and Tez, too thick
Misery niggas, too sick
We gotta that group
We gotta jet, seven forty seven
Oh shit, hundred mo' miles

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