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 white too
Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on another
Had no rub', hope the bitch burn me
Ten away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees
35 40 going west
15 the of north on a quest

[Verse 2 - Tech
Hittin' prospect bro
Looking for some Kansas City to poke
But floats my boat
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I get mine
Keeping suspicious middle niggers my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina many dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma over for one night
Hit it right then I'm out, no no doubt
man suits,? her face off in the pillow
The next morning dippin' met biancs in Amarillo
Give me the number bianc so that when we come back
Play some questions you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh
40 west, to on through 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 - Tech & (Don Juan)] (2x)
On our way to
All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and rich)
Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it to L.A.)
Turn to Missouri

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

[Verse 4 - N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we stayed gone
Wake up flows see hoes on the 405
hell alive when I arrive
Midwest style no Cristal Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new but who?
Them road dog niggas Mizzizy
We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on 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 plaques
I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack maybe
Billboard live, rockin' heads at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a stop me I'm off nigga