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 towed
Tech the low down
Now it's to put the hoes down
I came and got the bitch
Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the too quick
but a trick bitch now I'm on another journey
Had no rub', hope the don't burn me
Ten hours away, I'm on my way to Cali 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 Kansas City hoes to poke
But rellish my boat
Keep a nigga for in my pocket I gotta get mine
suspicious middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, with many dope 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 no doubt
man suits,? her face off in the pillow
The morning dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo
me the number bianc so that when we come back through
Play questions with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
40 west, to on through the
hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down with us, you can say you say
Kansas City all day, offer on my way to L.A

[Hook - N9ne & (Don Juan)] (2x)
On our way to
All we want is the palm trees a pretty (and become rich)
Rogue dogs we come to 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 bumpin' old school hip-hop
never flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we
Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a
Gave niggas much love, passed bud
Come here get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
Beautiful ladies, shady
Down-ass homies, nobody
was dandy
So wassup to my Tammy
Tachey and Tez, too thick
niggas, right too sick
We make that group
We gotta jet, forty seven style
Oh shit, hundred mo' miles

[Verse 4 - Tech
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we stayed gone
Wake up show flows see on the 405
Already hell alive when I
Midwest style no just Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but
Them dog niggas from Mizzizy
We rollin' on mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got that flow
You other busters fake like 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
After I'm making the rellish we can hit the maybe
live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off