Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for trains and things
everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the you live in, see
Cos if I out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And just the rules 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 you're gon' see the morgue
but if too slow
I you on the downlow (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, slippin thru
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot
bacon and eggs, and we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses
The niggas in black, the Four Horsemen
Searchin for location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just like 1865
and a trigger is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, shootin
with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test aim
I seen you at th e Wild Corral
I ya name
Tha forcify, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at noon we ride
From to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker coaster
On a holster
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me about which bank to gank
which ta shoot and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
to this skirt in the corner
so I snatched the in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the
but the hogg in me me wanna bust
Back to the down board
we drawn down more
To survive thru all the round
Battle up or up and shake the scene
or pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like that cock
to pull my strap
Just to put the on the map
(The rush)

(???? LBC Crew)

Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the
I got the six for all the plans and plots
I gots o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy 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 30-30 on my side to shoot a o' course
It ain't no stoppin young
Box all the
Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I 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 toward the coaster, in the holster
Pass thru a run-down town whose hold my poster
Closer I get ta which is every second makes me sweat
so I have what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
on my white horsey with three in my napsack
Giddy up, the town I rode thru
I had to threaten to their city up
Undebts with Black, caught five miles west
sell us some and hail us some weed
He offered me a
he didn't have a 20 he had they smoke
I almost
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
tryin ta reach my destiny
these two bags 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 after the strike of
I 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
at the gold rush, at the gold
at the, at the, at the)