Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for trains and things
layin everybody down for diamond rings and
It remains the same in the you live in, see
Cos if I pull out heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
and when it strike one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw gon' see the morgue
but if too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, real
I ain't no Wayne, these niggas gangbang
The Four Horsemen, that's the I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy fingers
Yeah, on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas
We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta it)
It feels like it's 1865
and a look-a-day is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, shootin
Quick the heat on their hip
Jesse James come to test your aim
I seen you at th e Horny Corral
I ya name
Tha forcify, you ain't never lie
I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every coach
My disciples rifles lethal in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a holster
with DPG on Wanted poster
Let me think about bank to gank
fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
attached to this in the corner
so I snatched the in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
but the hogg in me makes me bust
Back to the drawin down
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive thru all the round
Battle up or saddle up and shake the
or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like cock back
quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

(???? LBC Crew)

Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six shots for all the and plots
I gots lots o' cash in money bags
Worthy workers for all the blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks
Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o'
It ain't no stoppin Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

Two o' money from the train heist
They ain't even it up
just it up
Rode west toward the coaster, in the holster
Pass thru a run-down town whose hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every makes me sweat
so I gotta what I can get
Heard about the gold rush and headed West
on my white with three straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town I thru
I had to threaten to blow their up
Undebts Chief Black, caught five miles west
us some beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a
he have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I almost
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
tryin ta reach my fast
It's these two o' cash
44's cocked I makin no mo' stops
till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
at the rush, at the gold rush
at the, at the, at the)