Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was for robbin trains and things
layin down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the in the year you live in, see
Cos if I out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool the ol' school
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
and it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw you're see the morgue
but if you're too
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, thru Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us hot cakes
and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
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 look-a-day is how I

(Kurupt)

On and on and on it's more
to heat, shootin range
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James to test your aim
I you at th e Wild Horny Corral
I ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every coach
My disciples rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller
On a holster
with DPG on every poster
Let me think about bank to gank
which fellow ta shoot and teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
attached to this skirt in the
so I the bitch in the back
The in me feels for the lust
but the hogg in me makes me bust
to the drawin down board
Nowadays we drawn more
To thru all the round wards
Battle up or up and shake the scene
or get'cha pockets shaken, the slugs in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that back
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

(???? LBC Crew)

Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I gots lots o' cash stashed in bags
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my 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 a nigga o' course
It ain't no stoppin Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

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