Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was for robbin trains and things
everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the you live in, see
Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, 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 when it strike twelve one of y'all drop
If you're on the draw you're gon' 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, niggas gangbang
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger
Yeah, on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us 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 have it (I ta have it)
It feels just it's 1865
and a look-a-day is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on more strange
to heat, shootin range
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James to test your aim
I seen you at th e Wild Horny
I hearda ya
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we
From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole
The off-the-rocker roller
On a holster
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think about which to gank
fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
attached to skirt in the corner
so I snatched the in the back
The Dogg in me for the lust
but the hogg in me makes me bust
Back to the drawin down
Nowadays we drawn more
To survive all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the
or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
that cock back
quick to pull my
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 lots o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and
I got so my stacks excell
Hop in the coach wit my twelve and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A on my side to shoot a nigga o' course
It ain't no young Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my where all the hos be
a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide my homies and ride the sunset

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

Two sacks o' 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 walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every makes me sweat
so I gotta have I can get
Heard word about the gold and headed West
on my white horsey with straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the town I rode thru
I had to to blow their city up
with Chief 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 beads-pipe
I choked
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 makin no mo' stops
till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, my loot
Five after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and tight
(At the rush, at the gold rush
at the rush, at the gold rush
at the, at the, at the)