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

[Verse 2 - N9ne]
Hittin' straight bro
Looking for some Kansas City to poke
But rellish my boat
Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I get mine
suspicious middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina many dope styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one
Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no
man suits,? her face off in the pillow
The next morning dippin' met some biancs in
Give me the number bianc so when we come back through
Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo,
40 west, to on through the
Arizona hittin' who can see me who, 3DQ
Is down us, you can say what you say
Kansas all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A

- Tech N9ne & (Don Juan)] (2x)
On our way to
All we want is the palm trees a bitch (and become rich)
Rogue dogs we to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.)
Turn to Missouri

3 - Don Juan]
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas waste no
Make a pit bumpin' old school hip-hop
never flip-flop
Niggas get dropped, all the rellish when we creep
Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a
Gave niggas love, passed much bud
here baby get at me show what you made of
12 20 north-west, a get together
ladies, nobody shady
Down-ass homies, nobody
Everything was
So to my homegirls Tammy
Tachey and Tez, right too
Misery niggas, right too
We gotta that group
We gotta jet, forty seven style
Oh shit, eleven hundred mo'

4 - Tech N9ne]
L.A. my on
The chronic up in L.A. we stayed gone
up show flows see hoes on the 405
Already hell alive I arrive
Midwest style no Cristal just Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. a new crew but who?
Them road dog from Mizzizy
We rollin' on mobbin' like we on prospect 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 misery get me
And me you what the Tecca Nina kill fo'
I'm out for stacks baby, 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