Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and
layin everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool the ol' school
it's time 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 you're see the morgue
but if too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Four Horsemen, that's the I'm wit
You mean the little bitty with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a 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 back on the horses, enforcers of
The niggas in black, the fearless Four
Searchin for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I ta have it)
It feels like it's 1865
and a trigger is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on it's strange
to heat, shootin range
Quick the heat on their hip
Jesse James come to test your aim
I you at th e Wild Horny Corral
I hearda ya
Tha forcify, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller
On a six-shooter
with DPG on every Wanted
Let me about which bank to gank
which fellow ta shoot and which to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
attached to skirt in the corner
so I the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
but the hogg in me makes me wanna
Back to the drawin board
Nowadays we drawn more
To thru all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and the scene
or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my and dusty jacket
Like that back
quick to pull my
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

(???? LBC Crew)

is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I gots lots o' cash stashed in money
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got so my stacks excell
Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a o' course
It ain't no stoppin young
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
between my homies and ride the sunset

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

Two sacks o' money from the heist
They ain't even it up
mounted it up
Rode west the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my
Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me
so I gotta what I can get
Heard word about the rush and headed West
on my horsey with three straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town I thru
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts with Black, caught five miles west
sell us some beads and hail us some
He me a toke
he didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe
I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
tryin ta my destiny fast
It's these two bags o'
44's cocked I makin no mo' stops
I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
Five minutes after the of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
at the gold rush, at the gold
at the, at the, at the)