Luyện nghe bài hát On Our Way to L.A.

[Verse 1 - Don
I'm all the cash, down to get the ass
5-6 the homie smoking grass
Pass me the watch a nigga get towed down
gave the low down
Now it's to put the hoes down
I and questions got the bitch
Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the too quick
Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on another
Had no rub', the bitch don't burn me
Ten away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To make Gs, pretty and palm trees
35 south 40 going
15 the opposite of north on a

[Verse 2 - N9ne]
prospect straight bro
Looking for some City hoes to poke
But rellish floats my
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I get mine
Keeping suspicious middle niggers my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many dope
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some 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 biancs in
Give me the number bianc so that we come back through
Play some questions you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
40 west, to Alberquerque on the
hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down us, you can say what you say
Kansas City all day, offer on my way to L.A

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

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

[Verse 4 - N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we high gone
Wake up show see hoes on the 405
Already hell alive when I
Midwest style no Cristal Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new but who?
Them road dog niggas from
We rollin' on mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got that real
You other coming fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a nigga from the get with me
And me show you what the Tecca Nina fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, plaques baby
After I'm making the rellish we can hit the maybe
Billboard live, rockin' hella at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherfucker me I'm off nigga