Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Rush

(Snoop Dogg)

Josey Wales was known for robbin and things
layin everybody down for rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you in, see
Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the from the ol' school
When time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one
and when it twelve one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw gon' see the morgue
but if you're too
I you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's
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, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot
and eggs, and then 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 this on the map
The rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just it's 1865
and a trigger is how I ride

(Kurupt)

On and on and on it's more
to heat, shootin range
Quick with the on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test aim
I you at th e Wild Horny Corral
I ya name
Tha forcify, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on stage coach
My disciples with rifles in whole posts
The roller coaster
On a holster
with DPG on every poster
Let me think which bank to gank
which fellow ta shoot and which to shank
I want all the you got in stacks
to this skirt in the corner
so I the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me for the lust
but the in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin down
Nowadays we drawn down
To survive all the round wards
up or saddle up and shake the scene
or get'cha pockets shaken, 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 jacket
Like that back
quick to 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 for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my excell
Hop in the wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o'
It ain't no stoppin Josey
Box all the
Headed to the saloon with my platoon all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in
spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the I drop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the

(Bad Azz LBC Crew)

Two sacks o' money from the heist
They ain't counted it up
mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the
Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my
Closer I get ta death which is second makes me sweat
so I gotta what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed
on my white horsey with three in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode
I had to threaten to blow their up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught miles west
sell us some beads and hail us some
He me a toke
he didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe
I almost
him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
tryin ta my destiny fast
It's these two o' cash
44's I ain't makin no mo' stops
till I hit the spot, I made it on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my
Five after the strike of midnight
I 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold
at the gold rush, at the rush
at the, at the, at the)