Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for robbin and things
layin everybody down for rings and chains
It the same in the year you live in, see
Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol'
When it's to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
and when it strike twelve one of gon' 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, real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas
The Four Horsemen, the click I'm wit
You mean the bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and then we in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Horsemen
Searchin for location on the map
The rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels like it's 1865
and a trigger look-a-day is how I

(Kurupt)

On and on and on it's strange
to heat, shootin range
Quick the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to your aim
I seen you at th e Wild Horny
I ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you never lie
Besides I'm in the so at high noon we ride
From to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My with rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller
On a holster
DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think about which to gank
which fellow ta and which teller to shank
I all the shit you got in stacks
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 wanna
Back to the down board
we drawn down more
To survive all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the
or get'cha shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and jacket
Like that back
to pull my strap
Just to put the 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' cash in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian and gags
I got so my stacks excell
Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales 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 stoppin young
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 the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
between 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
thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death is every second makes me sweat
so I gotta have I can get
Heard word the gold rush and headed West
on my white horsey three straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the town I rode thru
I had to threaten to blow their up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles
sell us beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a
he didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe
I almost
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the
tryin ta reach my destiny
It's these two o' cash
44's cocked I makin 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 of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
at the gold rush, at the rush
at the, at the, at the)