Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey was known 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 pull out heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
it's 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 mean The Kid, real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and 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 rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just like 1865
and a look-a-day is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on it's strange
Time to heat, shootin
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test aim
I you at th e Wild Horny Corral
I ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole
The off-the-rocker roller
On a holster
with DPG on Wanted poster
Let me about which bank 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 bitch in the
The Dogg in me feels for the
but the in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the down board
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and the scene
or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty
Like that back
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 lots o' cash stashed in money
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got so my stacks 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 nigga o'
It ain't no young Josey
Box all the
to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, in swell
Gold on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

Two o' money from the train heist
ain't even counted it up
just it up
west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass a run-down town whose 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 with three straps in my
Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to threaten to blow their up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles
sell us some beads and hail us some
He me a toke
he didn't have a 20 he had beads-pipe smoke
I choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
tryin ta my destiny fast
these two bags o' cash
44's cocked I makin no mo' stops
till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I off my boots, counted my loot
minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the rush
at the gold rush, at the rush
at the, at the, at the)