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 a nigga get towed down
gave the low down
Now time to put the hoes down
I came and got the bitch
'bout the dick fucked the white too quick
Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on journey
Had no rub', the bitch don't burn 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 of north on a quest

[Verse 2 - Tech
prospect straight bro
Looking for Kansas City hoes to poke
But rellish my boat
Keep a for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with 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 no doubt
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The next morning dippin' met some in Amarillo
Give me the number bianc so that when we back through
Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo,
40 west, to on through the
hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down with us, you can say you say
City all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A

[Hook - Tech & (Don Juan)] (2x)
On our way to
All we want is the trees 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
Doing 89 niggas no time
a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop
Midwestside flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we
Stopped in City got us a suite
Gave niggas love, passed much bud
Come 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 wassup to my Tammy
Tachey and Tez, too thick
niggas, right too sick
We gotta make group
We gotta jet, forty seven style
Oh shit, eleven hundred mo'

[Verse 4 - Tech
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 like I'm an like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them dog niggas from Mizzizy
We rollin' on Sunset like we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got real flow
You other busters coming fake a dildo
And if you wanna try a nigga from the misery get me
And me show you what the Tecca kill fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, creating baby
I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the
I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off