Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for trains and things
layin everybody down for diamond rings and
It the same in the year you live in, see
Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, go kick in
And that's just the set by the fool from the ol' school
When time 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 too slow
I catch you on the (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy fingers
Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas
We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses
The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta it (I gots ta have it)
It feels like it's 1865
and a trigger is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on it's more
Time to heat, shootin
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I seen you at th e Wild Horny
I hearda ya
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at noon we ride
From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a holster
with DPG on every Wanted
Let me about which bank to gank
fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the you got in stacks
attached to this in the corner
so I the bitch in the back
The in me feels for the lust
but the in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the down board
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive thru all the round
up or saddle up and shake the scene
or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
that cock back
quick to my strap
to put the Horsemen on the map
(The rush)

(???? LBC Crew)

Born is Doggystyle, individual, got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and
I gots lots o' stashed in money bags
workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my excell
Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy
A on my side to shoot a nigga o' course
It no stoppin young Josey
Box all the
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

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