Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and
layin everybody down for diamond and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cos if I out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
and when it strike one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the
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 gangbang
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, thru Texas
We stopped at to get us some hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the to get us some leg
Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Four
Searchin for this on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I ta have it)
It just like it's 1865
and a trigger is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on more strange
Time to heat, range
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse come to test your aim
I you at th e Wild Horny Corral
I ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't lie
I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride
From to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a holster
with DPG on every poster
Let me think about bank to gank
which ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in
attached to this in the corner
so I snatched the bitch in the
The in me feels for the lust
but the hogg in me makes me wanna
Back to the down board
we drawn down more
To thru all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the
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 dusty
Like cock back
quick to pull my
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 for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks
Hop in the wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells
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 saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a trail, bailed in swell
spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I my bet
Divide between my and ride the sunset

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

Two sacks o' money the train heist
They ain't counted it up
mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, in the holster
Pass thru a run-down town whose walls my poster
Closer I get ta death which is second makes me sweat
so I have what I can get
Heard word the gold rush and headed West
on my white horsey with straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town I thru
I had to threaten to blow their 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
Break him for the get, right, I'm off the sunset
ta reach my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
44's cocked I makin no mo' stops
till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
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 gold
at the, at the, at the)