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 homie smoking
Pass me the drink watch a nigga get down
gave the low down
Now it's to put the hoes down
I and questions got the bitch
Guessing 'bout the fucked the white too quick
Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on journey
Had no rub', hope the don't burn me
Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to L.A
To Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees
35 south 40 going
15 the opposite of on a quest

[Verse 2 - Tech
Hittin' prospect bro
Looking for some Kansas City hoes to
But rellish floats my
Keep a for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping suspicious middle behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, with many dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in stayin' over for one night
Hit it right I'm out, no diggity no doubt
Rich man suits,? her face off in the
The morning dippin' met some biancs 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 Alberquerque on the
Arizona corners who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down with us, you can say you say
Kansas City all day, 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 fury (make it to L.A.)
Turn Cali to

3 - Don Juan]
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas waste no
a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop
Midwestside never
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a
Gave niggas much love, passed bud
here baby get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
Beautiful ladies, nobody
homies, nobody phony
Everything was
So wassup to my homegirls
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 alive when I arrive
Midwest no Cristal just Caribou Lou
like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them road dog niggas from
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on dizzy
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 show you what the Nina kill fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, plaques baby
After I'm making the rellish we can hit the maybe
Billboard live, rockin' heads at the Roxy
I'm off and a motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga