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 smoking grass
Pass me the drink a nigga get towed down
Tech the low down
Now it's time to put the 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 bitch burn me
Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to L.A
To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm
35 south 40 west
15 the opposite of on a quest

[Verse 2 - Tech
Hittin' straight bro
Looking for Kansas City hoes to poke
But floats my boat
Keep a for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping suspicious middle niggers my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with dope styles
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
man suits,? her face off in the pillow
The next dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the number 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
Arizona 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 - 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 bring the (make it dash to L.A.)
Turn to Missouri

3 - Don Juan]
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas no time
Make a pit stop bumpin' old hip-hop
Midwestside never
Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we
Stopped in City got us a suite
Gave much love, passed much bud
here baby get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a little get
Beautiful ladies, shady
homies, nobody phony
Everything was
So wassup to my Tammy
and Tez, right too thick
Misery niggas, right too
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
up show flows see hoes on the 405
Already hell when I arrive
Midwest style no just Caribou Lou
Feel I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who?
Them road dog niggas from
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' we on prospect dizzy
What's the real dough, we got that real
You other busters coming like a dildo
And if you wanna try a from the misery get with me
And me show you what the Tecca kill fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, creating baby
After I'm making the we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, rockin' heads at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherfucker me I'm off nigga