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 spot smoking grass
Pass me the drink watch a nigga get down
Tech gave the low
Now it's to put the hoes down
I came and got the bitch
Guessing the dick fucked the white too quick
Nothin' but a trick now I'm on another journey
Had no rub', hope the bitch burn me
Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to L.A
To make Gs, pretty and palm trees
35 40 going west
15 the opposite of on a quest

[Verse 2 - N9ne]
prospect straight bro
Looking for some City hoes to poke
But rellish my boat
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I get mine
Keeping suspicious middle niggers my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' for one night
Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The next dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the bianc so that when we come back through
some questions 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
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 bitch (and become rich)
Rogue dogs we come to bring the (make it dash to L.A.)
Turn Cali to

3 - Don Juan]
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas waste no
Make a pit stop old school hip-hop
Midwestside flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma got us a suite
Gave niggas much love, passed bud
Come here baby get at me show you made of
12 20 north-west, a little get
Beautiful ladies, nobody
Down-ass homies, nobody
was dandy
So to my homegirls Tammy
Tachey and Tez, right too
Misery niggas, too sick
We gotta that group
We jet, seven forty seven style
Oh shit, eleven mo' miles

4 - Tech N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we stayed gone
Wake up show see hoes on the 405
Already hell when I arrive
style no Cristal just Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
road dog niggas from Mizzizy
We rollin' on mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got that real
You other busters fake like a dildo
And if you try a nigga from the misery get with me
And me show you what the Nina kill fo'
I'm out for baby, creating plaques baby
After I'm 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