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 homie smoking
Pass me the watch a nigga get towed down
Tech the low down
Now time to put the hoes down
I came and questions got the
Guessing 'bout the fucked the white too quick
Nothin' but a bitch now I'm on another journey
Had no rub', the bitch don't burn me
Ten hours away, I'm on my way to Cali L.A
To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm
35 40 going west
15 the opposite of north on a

2 - Tech N9ne]
Hittin' straight bro
for some Kansas City hoes to poke
But floats my boat
Keep a for live in my pocket I gotta get mine
Keeping middle niggers behind my line
Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many styles
my bag now I'm out pal
Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' for one night
Hit it then I'm out, no diggity no doubt
Rich man suits,? her off in the pillow
The next morning met some biancs in Amarillo
Give me the number so that when we come back through
some 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 with us, you can say what you say
Kansas City all day, rellish on my way to L.A

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

[Verse 3 - Don
We hit the highway, the fly way
Doing 89 niggas no time
Make a pit stop old school 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
Come here baby get at me what you made of
12 20 north-west, a little get
ladies, nobody shady
Down-ass homies, nobody
Everything was
So wassup to my Tammy
and Tez, right too thick
Misery niggas, right too
We gotta that group
We gotta jet, seven seven style
Oh shit, eleven mo' miles

[Verse 4 - N9ne]
L.A. my on
The up in L.A. we stayed high gone
Wake up flows see hoes on the 405
Already hell when I arrive
Midwest style no Cristal Caribou Lou
Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but
Them road dog niggas from
We on Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy
What's the dough, we got that real flow
You other busters fake like a dildo
And if you wanna try a nigga from the get with me
And me show you what the Tecca Nina 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